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Aren't that bad?

[ Hellboy pushes himself up from his chair and wanders back over to the bed, hunting down the last slice of pizza. ]

Like what?

[ Jacob watches him move, shifting to the bottle of whiskey, taking another long swallow. ]

Well, for a start I blew you in public and wasn't torn apart by an angry mob, which is a relief.

[ Hellboy raises his eyebrows and swallows some cold pizza crust. ]

Yeah, I guess that worked out pretty well for the both of us.

Certainly for you.

[After all, Hellboy got to come. Not dying and getting off? Sounds like a great day.

Jacob watches him eat, watching him swallow, the movement of his Adam's Apple, the muscles between neck and shoulder, before he pulls his eyes away, beginning to move away empty plates to take down later on.]

If and when I go home, I go back to a place where that's only ever going to be taboo.

[ Hellboy notes the way the younger man's eyes linger. Being appreciated is an unfamiliar feeling, he's not sure what he's supposed to do besides watch Jacob as he moves around the room. He edges carefully out of the way, going to sit back down at the little wooden table. ]

Tell me about it. [ Sighing, he rubs a hand over his face. ] You have anyone back home?

[ There is a moment when Jacob isn't sure, when he hesitates between going back to sit on the new larger bed, and joining Hellboy at the table. He's not sure why the big guy hasn't sat down with him there, but rather than let the dance continue, he'll join him instead. ]

Nope. Young and free. As soon as my sister leaves for India, the whole of London's under my watch, so no more fun and no more love-affairs.

[ Hellboy raises his eyebrows a little. ]

Sounds like a lot of responsibility.

Yeah. It should be better now, but it's not going to be a walk in the park.

[He flashes a quick smile]

I should probably consider this a bit of a holiday, right?

[ He settles back in the chair a little, knees wide, and shrugs. ]

I guess, if this is your idea of a vacation.

[ Jacob's eyes flicker down, following the way Hellboy's legs spread and then moves back to his face, to those amber glowing eyes and his smile gets even wider. ]

I've never had one before, so I guess it can only get better?

Mmhm. [ Hellboy tilts his head slightly, then lets out a breath, a corner of his mouth hitching upward. ]

Come on. [ He waves his hand, beckoning to his lap. ] Come here if you're gonna look at me like that.

[Does Jacob get out of his chair a little too quickly, a little too eagerly? Maybe. He stops between Hellboy's legs, not sure if he should be slipping to his knees or sitting on his lap. So he doesn't do either, but lets his hand reach out to touch the tense muscles at the nape of Hellboy's neck, rubbing there to try and release some of the pressure.]

What about you? What are you going to do, when and if you get back?

[ Hellboy ducks his head a little to encourage the gentle touch to the back of his neck, making a soft thoughtful noise of pleasure, his left hand drifting to Jacob's side, rubbing gently up and down before settling on his hip. ]

Mm. I dunno. I wasn't.. in a good place before I came here. Washed up after a weird time. Sleeping on couches and trying to crawl down into every bottle I saw. [ He lifts his chin to look up at the younger man. ] No heroics here.

Having a hard time doesn't mean you aren't a hero. Everyone can be, it just means doing the right thing.

[Fuck, that sounded a bit profound. Maybe Henry was rubbing off on him.]

Anyway, you're not there now. Time to find a new direction?

[And as he speaks, he'll continue to rub over that tense spot, the soft smile that tugs on his lips nothing like the bright and cheeky ones that more readily appear, but that doesn't mean it isn't genuine.]

Maybe being able to stretch out when you sleep will do you some good.

[ They're good words, but to Hellboy that's all they can be. He's already had a taste of what lies ahead of him thanks to Hecate, and none of it is particularly heroic. He doesn't want to dim the light in those bright eyes though, so he keeps it to himself, making a noncommittal sound.

He looks more interested as the topic of sleep is raised, lifting his hand to wrap gently around Jacob's wrist. ]

Yeah? You looking to tire me out? [ He brings the younger man's hand around to his mouth, gaze still on Jacob's face. He brushes soft kisses over his fingertips, then his palm. ]

[ Jacob's hands are scarred, calloused. They've been burned when pistols misfired, sliced up broken window panes, frozen while he waited on rooftops overnight for targets to appear, and burned on red-hot bricks of factory chimneys. But they are still so sensitive to those soft kisses, the gesture making his heart melt and a shiver run down his spine. ]

I'm keen to try. Not sure I can, but that bed isn't going to christen itself.

[ Those scars aren't something Hellboy can ever experience himself except like this. Besides a few cracks through the stone of his right hand, the fights he's lost and the years which have rolled over him haven't left a mark behind, and sometimes he wonders if it would be easier if they had, if he could look at his body and know how hard survival has been.

For now though, he can just appreciate them when they're on other people, sliding his tongue over Jacob's palm, tasting salt and sweetness before letting him go. ]

Hm. True. [ Though now he's got him, he's not sure he wants to go all the way to the bed. He reaches up to flatten his palm against Jacob's chest, stroking down over his front to start working the buttons of his fly and slide his hand inside. ] Didn't we already do that though?

Not since I pushed them together.

[ But it's not said with any real conviction. Not when Hellboy seems keen for them to stay right where they are. And Jacob has no complaints about it, although his free hand goes to Hellboy's shoulder to keep himself steady.]

I think that might tire me out first...

[ Hellboy grunts dismissively at that. ]

Guess that depends how far I let you go. [ He tugs his trousers open, though doesn't start working on the all-in-one piece he considers underwear just yet. He rubs his palm down over Jacob's crotch instead, working him through the fabric. ] Tell me what you want.

[ There's a soft sigh of a noise as Hellboy begins to palm him, and Jacob tries to fight the urge to buck his hips. He mostly wins, as his self-control isn't diminished by anything he's breathed in, eaten or drunk. Which seems to be a rare state of affairs in this city.]

What I want. Right now?

[ He wants everything. He wants to touch and kiss all of Hellboy; run his hands over his chest, his thighs, his abdomen, over his back, and follow the path of his hands with kisses. He wants to let Hellboy fuck him again, slow this time, and marvel at how much of him he can take. ]

Jesus, you know that's like taking a street kid to a buffet and telling them to eat?

I want... I want to ride you. To be in control of how I get fucked.

[ Hellboy watches Jacob work for that small amount of control with interest, noting the way he loses it a little and what did that for him. Each encounter they've shared has given him something new to learn, some small part of the answer to the puzzle that makes up his roommate. He relishes that as much as the feel of Jacob's cock growing hard against his palm as he rubs him over.

He nods at Jacob's suggestion, a grin playing around the edges of his mouth. ]

Good. 'Cause that's what I want too. [ He lets go of his cock to start undoing the buttons that run up under Jacob's clothes, his right hand working deftly despite its size. When there's enough room, he leans in to brush his lips over Jacob's stomach, kissing and licking the soft stripe of hair on his belly. ]

[ Jacob really likes the smile on Hellboy's face. It suits him, it really does, and seems to give a different dimension to his eyes. They really are so deep, even if completely different to any eyes he's ever seen before. He feels like he's looking into some window into another world, and although it's different and strange, it's not scary.

His hips rock a little, missing the heat and pressure of the hand against him. But then those fingers are unfastening the buttons beneath his clothes, the cool air of the room tickling his skin, before the hot brush of lips.

It feels so good that his hand goes back to Hellboy's neck, holding him close, while his other hand goes for his belt, trying to undo the buckle with fumbling fingers.]

Think that chair can cope with both of us?

[ It feels good to make Jacob catch his breath and rock into him like that, like all he wants is more of what he's not getting. It's tempting to just keep teasing him like that, but Hellboy can't find it in himself to be that cruel right now, and he's not sure his own patience could hold out either.

He chuckles against Jacob's stomach, pushing up his shirt and into his underwear so he can get at more of his skin under all of those layers. ]

I dunno, let's see. [ He slips his left hand up under Jacob's clothing, spreading his fingers over his chest, finding a nipple with one fingertip and drawing a circle around it. ] Gimme a hand here or I'm gonna start pulling buttons off.

[ If Hellboy had continued to tease him, Jacob might well have protested and taken matters into his own hands. But as it is, with the hand that slides between fabric and skin, he finds himself inclined to be merciful and help. After all, he doesn't want to lose all of the buttons... but having his clothes torn off him does excite him more than it should.

The teasing finger feels good, but it's not enough to distract him from unbuttoning enough to free his arms and shoulders and then peel it down his torso, letting the fabric hang down at his hips because, at this point, he has better things to do. Like guide that right hand around to his ass, enjoying the fact that one hand covers him almost completely. And then he can free both of his own hands, run them over Hellboy's chest, scratching his nails down over his skin. ]

At some point, I'm going to let you rip all my clothes off me. But I think I'll need to wind you up first.

Yeah? [ Hellboy's content to let himself be guided, setting the wide warm stone of his palm against the younger man's ass. He spreads the fingers of his left hand over Jacob's stomach, rubbing gently up over his ribs, across his pecs like he's trying to memorise what he feels like, or just losing himself in the topography of all of that warm muscle. ]

How would you wind me up, huh?

[ His hand slides down as he asks, back between Jacob's legs but underneath his clothes this time. ]

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