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Remy LeBeau ([info]ace_of_clubs) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-10 23:43:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 10, jack harkness, location: post office, remy lebeau

Who: Jack Harkness and Remy LeBeau
What: The Cajun comes back to the Post Office and Jack finds him.
Where: The Post Office
When: 2104 - Day 10
Rating: Er, it's R now.
Status: Complete!

The Cajun had spent his entire day in a way he certainly wasn't interested in spending it. He'd wandered around the outside of the town with the Doctor all morning, which had been great, as they were trying to figure out a way out of here.. but then it'd gone sour when the earthquake had happened. The red-head had very quickly become an unwilling hero and had gone around saving people with the Doctor. At first. He'd tried to escape, and after dropping the people off at the gym he'd gone back out to try and get some time away from any further heroics.. but he'd been hauled in again. Then again. And again. He'd been trying to get into the museum all day, and he'd finally managed it just a while ago. And now here he was, having returned to the Post Office to stare at the closed door. He'd jimmied it shut with a stick earlier in the day so it wouldn't be open for all to see in. He didn't want anyone mucking up his escape, if that tunnel really lead to one.

However, he couldn't bring himself to go inside the building, couldn't bring himself to abandon the people here. Or maybe he couldn't bring himself to abandon the Doctor. He let out a slow breath and pushed his hands deeper into the pockets of his coat. He felt like an idiot for not being able to leave this people in his dust and hightail it out of here. Just earlier today, he'd been willing to sell them out. But then.. well.. things had happened. Red eyes lowered to the ground, then back up again at the Post Office. He was only standing about five feet from the door, nearly invisible in the dark, in that  coat.. except for his hair. That red hair stood out in even the smallest bit of moonlight.


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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-10 11:20 pm UTC (link)
For Jack, however, this was a normal day. Well, earthquakes weren't a normal feature in Cardiff, but the whole 'saving the day in the face of danger' was a too typical feature in Jack's life. Funny to think that a few millenia ago Jack would have looked for a way out, trying to leave everyone else to fend for themselves. Damn the Doctor for changing him as he had -- in more ways than one, come to think of it. Jack really wondered if he would have been better off staying a coward.

Glancing down at his torn coat (he'd need to find a needle and thread -- hopefully conning Ianto into a mend job), Jack knew the role of hero was the one for him. Which was why, after helping who he could, he was wandering town, trying to assess how bad the damage was. People were in the gym which was either going to be a good thing or bad with everyone in one place. But Jack couldn't worry about that -- right now the important thing was to find shelter for tomorrow.

Coming up to the post office, Jack's eyes fell upon a familiar sight. "Well, seems like you're not worse for wear," he remarked, approaching.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-10 11:27 pm UTC (link)
He wouldn't get a response at first. The Cajun man had his eyes locked onto the Post Office and was refusing to look away. But eventually, after a few long heartbeats, he did turn his head and look at Jack. Then he broke into a smile and lifted his eyebrows. "You foun' me, Cap'in. Seem like I gotta new stalker, non?" It was a tease, of course, and he turned away from the ramshack building to face the older man, hands pressing down into his pockets as he did. "No, not doin' bad. Bit of a problem, in 'de fores' wit' Le Docteur, but I t'ink we bot' doin' okay." He was actually in quite a bit of pain, but just standing in one place, it was impossible to tell. He wasn't shifting, or walking, or moving.. so none of the soreness was going to be advertised.. yet.

"You look like 'de earthquake miss you entirely. Yan'no doin' okay?" He had pretty easily put two and two together, after talking with the both of them, and the Doctor, and after realizing that they shared a room inside the museum. Remy wasn't accustomed to those sorts of lifestyles (it wasn't welcome, where he'd grown up), but could understand that people found enjoyment out of other people, regardless of their gender.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-10 11:38 pm UTC (link)
Tsking softly, Jack waggled a finger in Gambit's direction. "If I wanted to stalk you, I'd have found you long before this." Of course, between the earthquake and everything else, there hadn't been time for Jack to go 'a huntin''. He wouldn't admit it, but Jack breathed a silent sigh of relief when the Doctor's name was mentioned. He knew the other man would come out of this okay, but without the TARDIS around, if he was in danger of dying there would be no chance of regeneration. That sheer thought scared Jack half to death.

"Few bumps and bruises," Jack allowed. And I died. Nothing out of the ordinary. The card of 'I can't die' was going to be saved for another day. "But I'm hanging in there. Ianto will be fine. Broken arm and a good hit to the head." Jack's gaze flicked back towards the gym. "Most of them have been congregating there. Seems like the two doctors who were given equipment? Apparently the Powers don't want to kill, just observe. Otherwise they wouldn't have given us the equipment."

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-10 11:46 pm UTC (link)
"I t'ink you righ' 'bout 'dat. If 'dey wan' to kill us, 'dey done it 'stea' of brin'in' us here, oui? 'Dey don' wan' us dea'. 'Dey wan' us 'live. It's a game." A game was right. And sadly, it was a game that Gambit was actually.. sort of enjoying. He liked a challenge.

"Gla' to hear Yan'no gon' be fine. You know, you ough' be flir'in' when you can' follow t'rough, boy." Boy? Jack had.. well.. plenty of years on Gambit. Not just in a time line, but he looked physically older than the twenty-two year old Cajun. "You ain' tell me you gotta lil' missus at home." Calling Ianto the 'little misses' had his smile widening out into a very lucid grin. It was amusing for him. "So why you runnin' 'roun' here 'dis late, homme? Ain' you got hero t'in's to be doin'? Babies to save, puppies, kitties in trees, non?"

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-11 12:02 am UTC (link)
He knew he was right -- otherwise, why bring them here? Killing seemed so unnecessary, particularly to Jack. They were being studied for something, that was the only logical explanation; even if everything else in this damn place seemed to defy logic completely. Jack may have liked challenges, but he preferred them when he had his tech devices to study, plot and plan. Being tossed in blind was low on his priority list.

The boy comment brought Jack's eyebrows lifting as high as they could possibly go. Boy. At two thousand years and some change, Jack was hardly a 'boy' anymore -- frankly, he had ceased being a boy the moment his home had been invaded, but that was neither here nor there. "Sorry to disappoint you, but there is no 'little missus' around here." Little Mister, however... "Looking at the damage," Jack said, gesturing behind himself. "Too many of these places aren't suitable for anyone to live in, nor are they at all safe. But the idea of having so many wounded folks in one place isn't the smartest idea either; even if all they want us for is observing." Jack lifted an eyebrow. "And, for the record, I don't climb trees."

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-11 12:19 am UTC (link)
"Non, not so smar' to keep everyone in such a small area, but 'dat's where 'de doct'rs are, an' 'dats where 'de pa'ien's gotta go. I don' t'ink L'InitiƩ gon' let 'de gym fall down. Too many lives at s'ake." The red-head breathed in through his nose and lifted up onto his toe on just one foot, while keeping the other one flat, an oddly graceful move to stretch the sore ankle out, before he lowered his foot again, flat to the ground. "We gon' need a new place to sleep for 'de nigh's. Maybe I get to work on 'dat tomorrow." He didn't plan on being here tomorrow, but Jack didn't need to know that. he didn't need to know that possible salvation was secured in the tiny building behind the Cajun.

"Don' climb trees, mon ami? 'Dat's where all 'de bes' kitties are." Now.. Jack could take that one of two ways. But the Cajun wasn't giving away which he meant. He looked calm as ever, with that easy smile gracing his handsome face. He was starting to get some scruff on his face.. he'd need a razor soon. And a shower. And some food. He'd be willing to brave a falling building, to get a shower. Especially after the day he'd had. He had more blood on him than he had in a long time.

"You stayin' in 'de gym tonigh'?" With Ianto, he imagined. And the other people.. because it seemed to be one of the most stable buildings.. which wasn't saying much. Gambit wanted to take a look around, but wouldn't move from his spot. Not until he could force himself to leave these people behind and go through that tunnel. He could be standing there a while.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-11 09:51 pm UTC (link)
Face impassive, Jack looked back and forth between Gambit and other areas of the town. Seemed like all that was missing from the scenes around the town were the sounds of sirens. Truth be told, the near silence was almost eerie and if this is what The Powers were going for, they succeeded in Jack's estimation. "I've heard rumours," Jack said, frowning. Not to mention his own moment of dying as well. "Something tells me the Powers weren't concerned about what happened, even if the evidence is contrary when the Doctors all received machinery this morning."

Toys, that's what they were. Nothing more than toys and Jack wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Jack smiled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Touche, sir," Jack said, inclining his head. "Touche." Jack was looking about as worse for wear as Gambit was, though he would get a shower later. His chin was starting to show the scruff of the past few days -- more that could be taken care of once he knew where others could sleep. The gym made him uncomfortable but there was nothing that could be done tonight, unfortunately.

"I will be," Jack replied, nodding. "With so many people injured, those of us who aren't should be around to lend a hand. Even the Doctors got banged up today." THere was a silent challenge in his words, wanting to see if Gambit would head back to the gym.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-11 10:17 pm UTC (link)
The Cajun just grinned as Jack complimented him and declared the little stalemate.. but when he gave him that look? When he challenged him that way? He physically took a step back and lifted up both gloved hands, spreading his fingers wide as if in surrender. It was an odd gesture, not something that a normal person would really do, when they felt like they'd been cornered. It was automatic.

"Go back to 'de gym? Non. No chance in Hell, mon ami." He lowered his hands. "Dis af'ernoon, had a tree fall on me. It hur'." Of course it hurt! "'Den, 'de Doct'r, he make me haul two people out of 'de Theat'r, an I almos' get my hea' taken off by E'war' 'de Knifehan's. An 'den, I gotta carry 'dem to 'de gym on my ba' shoul'er. 'Den I fin' a girl in 'de pharm'cy, all pin to 'de wall like a fly, almos' die in 'dere, throw up, gotta drag her back to 'de gym. 'Den 'de girl in 'de fores', an' her boyfrien' in 'de fores', had to help 'dem." Red eyes rolled up. "An' Shannon-- gotta babysi' her twice, make sure she don' sleep an' die, non? Between 'dat, I was helpin' wit-- You know wha'? I ain' helpin' no one no more. You all can help yourselves." He crossed his arms across his chest then, but was smirking some.

"I ain' no hero. 'Das you. 'Dey nee' help, mon ami, 'dey can use you. 'Dis Cajun dun his par'."

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-12 11:39 pm UTC (link)
Of all the reactions to get, that was the one Jack wasn't expecting: a look of... dare he call it surrender? Jack frowned, shaking his head as he looked at the Cajun, unsure if he was surprised or disappointed. He had intended the challenge, yes, but not to corner, merely curious.

"I had a good portion of the museum roof fall on me," Jack replied. "But I'm not in the mood for competition tonight." Though he did for a brief moment wonder how Logan had fared during this whole ordeal. "I'd say someone had quite the day," Jack said, almost jealous that his day wasn't as exciting in the saving column. But figuring out where people could go for the night and the future was just as important as well.

"We all can help ourselves?" That bit caught Jack's attention and he turned, looking the Cajun full on. "I may be a self-proclaimed hero, but after today? We're all in this together. The end--" Jack broke off abruptly. He wouldn't say those words again. "We're in this together," Jack said again, with a nod. "We'll never get out of here if we don't lend a hand."

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-12 11:53 pm UTC (link)
Careful what you say, Jack. Because when the other American announced that he'd had part of the museum roof fall on him, it made Gambit turn his head some, lifting his chin a little as he did. It was clear what he was thinking: Jack didn't have any injuries that would be expected from something like that. And the first thing that came to his mind: Wolverine. He healed up, and no matter what you did to the man (trust him, he'd thought about it.. often..) he just didn't die.

"Oui, you all can help yourself. I did my par', I ain' you." Announced again, as he finally lowered his hands and crossed his arms over his chest, very quickly bringing himself out of that defensive line of thinking. It wasn't going to do anyone any good. "Look, I help when I gotta, okay? Bu' I ain' gon' be runnin' 'roun' all 'de time savin' people. We in 'dis toget'er, but I still gotta look out for me, an' you shoul' be lookin' out for you. An' your missus." He couldn't resist that little jab and the grin that came with it. He did like to play?

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-14 12:43 pm UTC (link)
Jack was tired and was also tired of watching what he said. It was going to be clear enough quite soon that Jack didn't die so why try to hide something that couldn't easily be hidden. He'd been in the museum, the roof had fallen and that was all there was to it. He was up and walking around, fresh as a daisy so why pretend he was injured. It was only going to be counter productive. Jack got crushed, Jack died, Jack heard the disembodied voice of his younger brother, Jack came back to life: end of story.

"So you keep saying," Jack said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "By my count now, this is either the third or fourth time you've found it necessary to say such. 'He that protests the loudest'," Jack intoned with a smirk. Damn but it was fun to play with the other man -- all innuendos implied. "Used to look out for me," he said softly, a touch of bitterness entering his voice. "It's just as easy to look out for numbers one through thirty, not just number one. And Ianto can handle himself, otherwise I never would have hired him in the first place."

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-14 02:08 pm UTC (link)
"So I keep sayin'." But when Jack mentioned that saying about he who protested the loudest, the Cajun couldn't help his grin, but was pointing an ungloved finger at him and narrowing his eyes down some, though the smile never wavered. It was hard to wipe it off his face. But it looked so good there. Cocky man. "Ain' no wron' in lookin' out for num'er one. Keep you safe, non? Keep you happy. Ain' got no one to worry 'bou' but yourself." And that was the way Gambit liked it. He was slowly lowering his hand and recrossing his arms over his chest, mimicking Jack (whether to play that game with him, or simply because it was comfortable for his injured shoulder, was yet to be seen).

"You hire Yan'no? Wha' you do, anyway? Save 'de worl' from aliens, oui? But you hirin' people do do 'dat wit' you? You like Roswell? Area fi'ty-one?" Pardon him, Jack. He did like his comics, and he'd seen programs on the Discovery Channel one too many times.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-16 11:47 pm UTC (link)
The bad thing about having Gambit and Jack together in the same place was that their egos tended to automatically go into competition mode. Briefly, Jack wondered if they threw the Doctor into the mix would it be possible to crack the glass enclosure surrounding them?

Well, it was a thought, wasn't it?

"Few things made me not as concerned about number one," Jack replied, arms still crossed in front of his chest and ignoring the way Gambit was mimicking him. "In looking out for the rest, you're still taken care of in the end." Besides, why look out for himself when he'd come back to life within a few minutes -- or hours depending on the severity.

"Yes, I hired Ianto he works for me." Jack paused, looking for the easiest way of saying what 'working' was -- particularly as there was no retcon to erase the memories later. "No, we're a bit different than Area 51, though we deal in the same line of work."

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-18 02:07 pm UTC (link)
When Jack continued on about how Gambit could still take care of other people, he waved his hand. No way. It was very clear that the Cajun had no interest in helping other people, or joining up to aid a greater cause. The red-head seemed to have something against assisting people who needed it... well, at least assisting, if other people were watching. It was clear that he was willing to help, but also that he would have to be forced into it. Two traits that never fit together nicely. There were people who wanted to help, who wanted to be heroes (like Jack and the Doctor), and there were people who would rather help themselves than lift a finger for anyone else (like John and the Insider). It was very rare to find those two things mashed together into one personality.. but the Cajun somehow managed to pull it off. Really, it came off more like he was a good person, who was trying to be a bad person. Or.. perhaps it was the other way around. Regardless, he was done with that discussion because it just wasn't going to go anywhere good.

And with a shift of his hips, Remy was angling his body a bit to the side and lifting his eyebrows expectantly, but curiously. Even that small move had grace in it, poise. Like a well-experienced dancer. He was lithe and fluid and graceful, like a cat in the jungle -- you never knew if he was going to run, or pounce. It was what kept him interesting. That, and he was a pleasure to look at, a pleasure to watch. "'Dat's one way I ain' never hear' it put. 'Work for you'." He teased lightly, grin spreading out further. "So you savin' our plane' from bein' taken over by space aliens?" He lifted a hand, as if to wipe the sweat off his brow. "'Dat's a loa' off my min'." It was a jab, a tease, and he was swaying a step closer, then another one, until he was just a foot or two from Jack. Intimately close. "Ain' everyone a hero, Jack."

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-20 04:11 pm UTC (link)
The Cajun may not have interest in helping others, but they were also here and if they were going to be getting through things, they'd have to start relying on one another and helping out. Jack knew he fit the hero archetype, though he wondered what Gambit would have thought of him had they met a good hundred years ago -- assuming, of course, that they could have met that long ago. But that aside, Jack got lost in his own thoughts for a moment -- the changes of fate that brought him to be the hero and not the conman.

There were times he wanted to go back to how he was, a want that was easier the more he spent time with Gambit. The bad influences were just as easy to listen to as the good ones were and Jack wasn't sure why the thought was so disturbing but it was.

Jack's attention was drawn back to Gambit in that small change in his stance. Really, one of these days, Jack wouldn't be drawn to the attention of any man who had cat-like grace. "He does though," Jack protested. "General support and brews a mean cup of coffee, ignoring how most people would call it a petrol substitute." Jack rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "You'd be surprised, really. You missed the creatures that were living here a few days before the earthquake hit." Jack winced, feeling the earth rumble beneath his feet. Goddamnit not again. This time, though it passed, leaving Jack and Gambit within centimetres of each other. Jack smiled, a slow smile that slid across his face like a cat that had discovered cream. "Why Gambit, are you coming onto me?"

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-20 04:25 pm UTC (link)
"Comin' on to you?" He inched forward again, until their mouths were intimately near. Careful, Jack. Remy was playing chicken with you, and he didn't lose. "Oui. An' I been t'inkin' 'bou' ways t' get your dick outta your pan's an' inta my mout' all day." His eyebrows slowly rose up and then black and red eyes were lowering down, to look between them, before lifting once again, that slow, Cheshire grin spreading widely over his face, going so far as to reach his eyes. And it was at that same time that Gambit reached out, catching the front of Jack's pants with his middle and ring finger, on the right hand, and he tugged him closer in a sudden jerking motion, so that their hips met.

"Been wan'in' you since I saw you." His words were breathy and deep, thick with something that could only be described as sex. Really, the Cajun could be described that way, too.. and he had been. Sex on legs. The way he moved, the way he talked, the glances he sent. Everything about him said 'come fuck me', and he was pouring it on right now. He hadn't gone so far as to use the Charm he had, but he was using every ounce of everything that wasn't a power.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-20 04:36 pm UTC (link)
Right, like Jack was going to back away from a good looking male form that was obviously making the first move? Hell no. Didn't matter that Jack was in a relationship, it had never been anything 'exclusive' (ignoring the fact that Jack got insanely jealous at the sheer thought of Ianto with another man or woman) and Jack wasn't about to back down. "And here I thought you didn't even like me," Jack replied, one hand cupping Gambit's chin and drawing him in close.

He let his hips get drawn in, and added a slight rock of them as well, bringing their groins in contact with each other. Gambit didn't need to use charm, Jack had enough for the both of them and simply looking at another male? Well, he didn't need any more reason to pounce: particularly when Gambit was making the first move. Hell, the only reason he hadn't pounced earlier was that Jack had gotten t he feeling that men weren't Gambit's type. Now, though, all evidence was certainly to the contrary. Jack closed the last bit of space between their mouths, kissing Gambit, while his other hand mimicked Gambit's. Well, maybe did one better than that.

Why yes, that was the flat of Jack's hand cupping Gambit through his trousers.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-20 04:50 pm UTC (link)
Well.

Fuck.

That had not gone according to plan. Not at all. Not one bit. Jack was supposed to back off. He was supposed to be shocked and back off. He had a Little Misses! Why was he -- Oh my GOD was that his hand? -- The Cajun made a small noise against the other man's mouth. He'd kissed other men. He'd been with other men (not since he was quite young, but who was counting age?). But he'd never had his challenge so blatantly met like that. What the Hell was he going to do? Okay, so Jack's hand felt really nice against him, and he was a good kisser (the Cajun, by the way, had leaned into that kiss and presently had his experienced tongue in places it really shouldn't be), and the idea of a good fuck was really splendid but.. there was no way he was going to do this. Quick, Gambit, think.

Think. Think. Think.

He broke the kiss a moment later and tugged Jack in closer, using the waistband of his pants, trapping that hand there, to keep it from getting any more.. adventurous. "You gon' do 'dis wit' me, wit'ou' your lil' missus? Shoul'n' he be joinin' in? We make a Jack sammich, non?" His voice was thicker, huskier than he'd planned, but he was certainly playing his cards well. He wanted Jack to back down. To realize Remy was going to go through with this (which he wasn't), and back down before Yanto would find out.

Gambit was going to lose.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-20 05:16 pm UTC (link)
Really, Gambit should have expected Jack to rise to the challenge (pun utterly intended in this case). Jack knew he had his lover waiting back at the gym and it probably wasn't the smartest thing to be contemplating sex so soon after a distaster. But then again, this was Jack and snogging another man and he wasn't about to pull away either. Jack's lips parted the moment he felt Gambit lean into him and let the kiss automatically deepen. Different kiss than he was used to, but not wholly unwelcome either.

Gambit may have been thinking of a way out of this, but Jack was trying to figure out ways and logistics.

Jack let Gambit pull him in, his hand now effectively trapped between their bodies. What Gambit didn't realise was that the presure let Jack rub the heel of his hand against Gambit's groin. Jack was nothing if but an improvisor. "Yes, I am," Jack replied smoothly, nipping at Gambit's lower lip. "Though, if you want him joining I certainly wouldn't complain either." Jack arched a brow. "Almost makes me think you're angling for both of us, though," Jack rubbed his hand again, smirk spreading across his features. "you're certainly enjoying the personal attention thus far."

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-20 05:28 pm UTC (link)
He certainly was enjoying the personal attention! And with that heel digging in, a deep noise escaped his throat. That felt fantastic. But he was still devising ways to get out of this. Or, get something out of it. And that was when it hit him. The coat. He breathed in deeply when Jack started talking, and moved his mouth down, to bite at the other man's neck, hard enough to leave teeth-marks.. partially, because he was testing something. Partially because it was fun. Gambit enjoyed marking his territory. At least he didn't pee on it, like Logan. That thought made him grin slowly and he lifted his head again, pressing his mouth against Jack's cheek to speak there.

"You an' me, an' him. An' I get bot' of you. An' I wan' your coa'." Hah. There it was. If he was going to go through with this, he was going to get to have two people, and he was going to walk away with that coat. And that, my friends, was a good deal. If Jack wasn't willing to share his girlfriend, then the deal would be off. And if Jack wasn't willing to give up his jacket? Well, then the Cajun was going to still walk out of it Scot free, none-the-less worse for wear.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-20 05:53 pm UTC (link)
Oh Jack could tell just how much Gambit was enjoying the attention. Shame it was only his hand, Jack was wondering if he could get other noises from the mouth of the Cajun. However, he had to admit that a groan with a touch of a french accent didn't have the same allure as the Welsh. Close, but not quite. Jack tilted his head back, sighing softly when Gambit nibbled on his neck. Yes, this was quite the way to 'unwind'.

"You want the coat in exchange?" Jack asked, arching an eyebrow. He wanted to laugh. Like hell was anyone getting his greatcoat. It had belonged to the original Captain Jack and he sure as hell wasn't going to turn it over to anyone, not when it had become such a part of him over the past few hundred years. Or two thousand, depending on how y ou wanted to cut the times.

Right now, though, Jack had one arm snaked around Gambit's waist and the other rubbing his groin so it wasn't like he was going to be able to get away that easily. "So you get my coat out of it, and I have to share?" Jack shook his head slightly. "I'd say I'm giving up quite a bit, particularly with such a willing party. And try to lie all you want that you're not interested. My hand knows otherwise." For emphasis, he dug the heel of his hand in one more time, smirking.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-20 06:02 pm UTC (link)
Oh. Shit. God. That was great. The Cajun panted out another short breath and he planted one of his hands against Jack's chest, but didn't push. Fuck. He'd lost this the moment Jack didn't step down, he was only just now starting to realize it. So how the Hell was he going to get out of it? Not that the idea wasn't appealing.. it was getting more and more appealing by the moment, thanks to the older man's talented hand. Oh, man.

That was.. Jesus, Gambit needed to get laid. Badly.

"Oui." Was all he could manage at first, before taking a few breaths and steadying himself. A month was a long time, for the womanizer red-head, he really wanted-- No. He wasn't going to think about that. Stupid Cajun. You'd gotten yourself into this, get yourself out! ... No! Don't get that out! Leave that in! It was too bad he had such a great imagination, because he certainly was using it right now. "'De coa' an' 'de missus. An'.. if non, 'de deal's off." It had taken a lot out of him to say that. And just to make it a bit sweeter, he was fisting a gloved hand into the back of Jack's hair and forcing his head back, so he could mouth along his neck and bite again. It was with that motion that he rolled his lean body against Jack's broader one, like a cat rubbing itself against someone's leg, all parts finding contact at one time or another. Lithe, wily Cajun.

Why was he turning this down again?

Right! Right. Because... uh... fuck.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-20 08:26 pm UTC (link)
When it came to games of chicken (particularly sexual chicken) Jack would always win -- it was a fact of life similar to the notion that the sky was blue (save on Raxacoricofallapatorious of course). Another fact of life that when it came to sexual relations, Captain Harkness always won his dance partners, no matter what. Jack kept his hand moving in the same slow rubbing motion, watching the reactions playing across Gambit's face. Jack was good and he knew it.

Gambit wasn't the only one who needed to get laid -- not that it had been months for Jack, but he still liked sex on a very regular basis. Damn his lube for getting smooshed in the damn earthquake.

That slow smirk settled on Jack's features, watching as Gambit attempted to regain control. Now that wouldn't do at all. Jack needed Gambit off-balance and right now the hand wasn't enough to do the job. Speaking of mouths, Jack wondered if a mouth on Gambit's cock would be enough to get the Cajun off balance. Was always a thought, he supposed. "For someone who says the deal is off if he doesn't get what he wants, you certainly are doing everything in your power to keep me here." Case in point, Jack managed to work the zip of Gambit's trousers down, hand worming its way inside.

There would be no turning this down. No way in hell. And the Coat wasn't part of the deal either.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-20 08:41 pm UTC (link)
"Doin' everyt'in' in my power t' get wha' I wan'." He insisted in a breathy tone, rocking his hips forward as Jack unzipped his jeans. Okay. Maybe they wouldn't need the third party. And maybe the coat wasn't that important. Gambit's hands were straying up, hooking his thumbs into the coat and pushing it down Jack's arms, forcing it to his elbows. Then he was tugging at the hem of his shirt to pull it up. On women, he liked breasts. It only made sense that on men, he liked pectorals, and he was able to smooth a hand up over Jack's, thumbing a nipple, as his other hand trailed lower over his abdomen and into his pants, gloved fingers working deftly to get that button undone, and the zipper soon to follow.

Coat? What coat? All Gambit needed was to back Jack up.. he came a few steps forward, graceful even in the lust-driven state, until Jack's back hit the Post Office, and the younger man pulled his hand away from the Captain's chest to plant it against the white washed wood.. and that was when it dawned on him, and black and red eyes lifted away from looking between them, to lock his eyes onto the wood beneath his right hand.

The Post Office.

It took a few seconds, but the Cajun groaned and pulled his hand from Jack's pants, then grabbed onto Jack's wrist to break the contact between those fingers and.. well. To break the contact. And he was stepping back and rubbing at his own neck. Merde. Fuck. This sucked -- or rather, it didn't suck, and that was what sucked. The tunnel was in that Post Office, and he couldn't very well slam Jack up into it without jarring the door loose and revealing the open tunnel down there. It simply wasn't an option, and he was hastily pushing everything back to where it should be and was zipping up his jeans, before quickly buttoning them. He was going to need a cold shower.

"No coa'.." He breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself. Deep breaths. Dead puppies. Ugly women. Logan naked -- whoa, that hadn't helped. He really needed to get his mind off of sex. Right now. Come on, Cajun. Come on. No, don't come-- Stop it! Shit. Tunnel. Tunnel. Get a way out of here, get back home, and you could have as many women as you wanted. Just.. there we go. The Cajun was calming himself down. Rats. Rats didn't taste good. They were stringy and bony and just not a good meal. Good. That was better. There we go.

"No coa'," He was able to repeat, finally, sounding more in charge of his voice. "No deal."

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-20 09:45 pm UTC (link)
Doing everything in his power and doing a very good job of it as well -- though it was hard to not be successful when Jack was just as into it. Right now, Jack was okay with it being just the two of them, and he had no intention of turning the Coat over. Right now, sex would have to be the best exchange between the two of them. Jack let the greatcoat fall back enough so that Gambit could get to his shirt, though he didn't let it slide off. Partially-clothed sex had always been one of his most favourite activities.

Then, suddenly, Gambit was pulling away from him and disentangling his own hand from within Gambit's trousers. That was most decidedly not part of Jack's gameplan; or if there was pulling back it was to further undress, not to stop. No, this was not happening. If Gamit was going to start something, he sure as hell better know how to finish it and finish it properly.

"And here I thought you were the sort of man who didn't back down," Jack said, stepping forward once more. His hand cupped the back of Gambit's neck, pulling him forward once more. One of Jack's favourite activities was a good snog and he threw himself into this one, nipping at Gambit's lips while his tongue sought entrance. "We'll figure out 'payment' later," Jack murmured against Gambit's lips. Or, more likely, lack thereof. The day Jack had to exchange anything for sex was the day he curled up and died.

Which, well... good luck with that.

Jack's free hand managed to find Gambit's, moving it back towards his own goin. No, they were at least going to play for a little bit.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-20 10:00 pm UTC (link)
"I ain' backin' down, I'm--" It was a breathless excuse, except that Jack was stepping in again and hauling him back into that amazing kiss. Remy let out a little whining moan, somewhere between a whimper and a groan deep in his throat. He really wanted to go through with this. And so, once again, he was stepping in to force Jack back against the poor, tiny Post Office, pushing his hand down those tight pants when it was pressed there, and he was forcing them open a bit more -- that sound of tearing? That was just the rest of the zipper. Sorry, Jack. But the Cajun was taking firm hold in a gloved hand (bet that felt interesting) and gave a demanding squeeze. Looked like someone enjoyed a bit of pain with his pleasure. Not too much though, just enough to remember that he was alive. It was sort of pathetic, when you had to remind yourself of that every time you had sex.

And with Jack pushed up against the Cabin like that, Gambit was able to find his neck with his mouth again, biting, trailing kisses along the sensitive skin, before finally finding his collar bone and placing another bite there. That would leave a mark, at least for a little while. He used his hand as he used that mouth, working to get Jack good and ready, as he himself was already. Once that was accomplished, the Cajun was pulling back and before Jack could protest, he was grabbing onto the back of his neck, spinning him around, pushing him face-first into the building, then kicking his legs open using a knee, between his thighs. A booted foot forced those Torchwood issue boots further apart, and Remy took the liberty of jerking Jack's pants down further, as he kept one hand on the back of the older man's neck, to keep him pinned to the Post Office. It was only once he had the dark pants down below the curve of the other American's rear that he spoke heatedly into his ear.

"Beg." It wasn't a request. It was a demand.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-20 10:24 pm UTC (link)
All Jack did was give Gambit a look that said 'bullshit'; he was trying to find a way out of it and Jack was having none of it. One didn't start something like this and expect to walk away scott free. No way in hellfire -- at least, not where Jack was concerned. The glove was a different feeling, though not wholly unwelcome either, just different. Gambit was different than Ianto and it was always strange being with someone who didn't know just how to touch -- not that Gambit was doing a bad job, mind, but Ianto knew how to touch just right.

And he really needed to stop comparing the two men and just enjoy the moment.

Being jostled against the flimsy door did quite the job of jarring Jack from his thoughts. This was -- different, usually he was the one who did the pushing and took the dominant role. There were very few men he'd let take control like this and neither of them were here at the present. Still, Jack managed to rock back against Gambit, seeking some bit of comfort. He reached behind him, managing to find Gambit's hand and drawing it around himself and guiding Gambit. He turned his head enough, teeth latching onto Gambit's lower lip and tugging gently, fire in his eyes. At last he released the lip, licking his own.

"Begging? Not my style. Never has been." And Jack wasn't about to start either. Jack pushed his hips backwards, knowing right where to move to so that he was rubbing against Gambit. Two could play the role of dominant party and Jack knew they'd be scrapping for that top position. And, really, if Jack had to top from the bottom -- so be it. It was still, in essence, topping.

And no, that was not rumbling he felt under his feet either.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-20 10:35 pm UTC (link)
Gambit moved with Jack when he pressed back into him, a fine dance that his body knew well. No, he wasn't Ianto. He was an entirely different beast. No sweet smell of tea here, it was all spices and fire. And even when Jack brought his hand around, Gambit didn't mind all that much, his gloved hand wrapping around Jack and giving a firm squeeze, before he started moving it, dropping his other hand away from the back of his neck and down to his own pants. "You got anyt'in' to use, or we goin' au natural?" Poor Jack wouldn't even have time to respond, because the ground did move under their feet and the last of the aftershocks was rolling through, teetering the Post Office, causing the bricks of the Clock Tower to vibrate and fall from their pile.

And it helped rumble some sense into the Cajun, who watched wide-eyed as the small building creaked and swayed.. but then all was still, and he was cursing in French, then something that sounded thicker, more foreign. That hand was gone in an instant and once more, the red-head was backing off and fixing his pants again, cursing himself under his breath. And if Jack took a step away from that barn and towards him, he'd lift up a partially gloved hand, fingers spread, as if to say 'stop'. "Non. I nail you to 'de wall la'er, Capt'in. M' busy." That last part was somewhat mumbled and he was fixing himself in his pants, trying to think about dead bunnies once again. He liked bunnies. Dead bunnies. Kittens with spikes on them. There we go.

"Non." More firmly repeated, once again. "Zip up an' go. Je ne vais pas le faire en ce moment." He backed off another step, shaking his head, and was pointing away from the Post Office, and away from him, a firm way to tell Jack to go. Because he wasn't sure he could turn him down a third time. He felt like his balls were going to explode, but that'd pass in time. It always had before. Merde. What a night!

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-20 11:05 pm UTC (link)
It was a dance (one Jack enjoyed quite a lot), and Jack had always been very flexible when it came to dancing. It didn't matter that the hands felt different, or that the gloved hands provided a very different sort of friction, it was a dance and Jack was going to take every bit he could get. "What I had is currently --" It was all he could get out before the aftershock began enforce.

Jack cursed, suddenly feeling cooler air against him. The aftershock too knocked some sense into Jack -- one of the rare times when he found that he should stop. God, what was happening to him here. Jack quickly did up his own trousers and pulled his coat back on, shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear it.

Frankly, Jack wouldn't be turned down a third time, but he let it pass for now. Jack knew they would be meeting like this once again, in private, and most likely it would be ending quite differently. Jack could wait -- like a tiger with its prey -- he could wait. To be contrary, Jack walked in the opposite direction the Cajun had pointed. Further proof that Jack didn't always did what he was asked to do. Not by a long-shot.

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