dumbshow | Friends of Trains

[Much better. Ned can't claim to be totally relaxed himself - people don't touch him, to say nothing of how many people he's kissed in his lifetime (very few, actually). And it's especially true that he spends very little time pinned to his own desk, so all of this takes some getting used to.

Baby steps, for all his initiative. It's lucky that they're both a little nervous. Still, Ned can't help but smirk at Jacob's little quips, winding his other arm up around his shoulders too. Not business.] No, it definitely isn't. You kiss better when you're not boggling at me like a lost little kid.

[Smile more,]

Well, I'm sorry. It's hard to tell that you like me when that's what you call a compliment. [He says this, as if it isn't making him smile wider. He can't seem to stop laughing, and it's entirely Ned's fault. What a terrible thing.

He could help bringing the hand up from his side to brush a strand Ned's hair back, but the restraint he'd been hanging onto was all but gone.] Practice makes perfect, right? I might need loads of practice...

[Oh, now he's got that annoying Frye swagger back, has he? Annoying, as much as Ned is drawn to it... Shush.]

Who's saying I like you? [He says this, but he's smirking and kissing the corner of his mouth. There's your practice, Jacob. That's his silent approval.] I do, but you could use a little polish.

[Like a gem! Thief jokes.]

You can polish me all you like. [That... was a witty comeback that just happened to be dirty. He totally intended that and wasn't surprised at his own words spilling out of his mouth.

Shut up. He'll just use his mouth to kiss him, instead. They're shorter, now, since he doesn't really know how many are appropriate here.] It seems- you've stolen- another jewel. [He is a gem, thanks,]

[Ha ha oh wow, if Jacob isn't already used to Ned's eyebrows responding before he has a chance to form whole sentences of his own, he'll have to get used to that, because up they go again. Polish him all he likes, well, maybe he will... Some. Other time. Not tonight.]

Possibly the greatest caper of my career, [he says, punctuated with a longer kiss. It's not actually the greatest caper of his career, that's probably all the priceless art he ripped off at once, but it sounds real good in the middle of all this gem flirting.] But I almost feel like the prize has been following me around asking to be stolen.

[Callout post: Jacob Frye is a dweeb.]

[Jacob would probably try to act offended if he weren't so completely incapable of it at the moment. All he can do is keep giggling like the dweeb he was, leaning his forehead against Ned's. One, because he wanted to. Two, because his balance is completely reliant on him at this rate.]

It took you long enough, didn't it?

[Jacob is adorable and Ned would tease him about it if he weren't feeling the buzz, himself. He can't seem to get this smirk off his face, much warmer than he usually smirks at everyone, and he takes the opportunity to run his fingers through the ends of Jacob's hair against his neck. When he's totally sober there will have to be some boundary lines drawn, but for now he's happy like this.]

Well, I like to be sure I'm serious about the merchandise. It's basic sense, Frye— [Hmm.] Jacob.

[Jacob scoffs at "merchandise," but any retort he could have had was gone in a single use of his name. It's astonishing, really, how easily he can make him light up like the sun.]

I suppose I don't have basic sense, Wynert. [Ha ha,] I just knew I liked you and your lips looked soft. I was wrong about that, but...

[That's even cuter and should be cause for arrest. Ned hums, looking at Jacob up close like this for another moment before he slides his hands down from his shoulders to grip his arms. It's time to Move, boy. Slowly, so nobody drops their whole huge assassin weight on anybody considerably tiny.]

You'll do better next time. Come on, I'm putting you behind my desk before you fall over. [Move with him, around the desk to the chair, sit...]

Next time! I look forward to... next time. [Jacob positively beams, before he nearly steps over his own feet. He clutches Ned's arm to steady himself, cautiously following his lead to the chair. Try as he may to regain his senses, he can't stop laughing to himself.] You used my name.

[Ugh. At least he's making the effort to sit back just fine, because it's all he's good for.]

[Ah, here they go. Ned has the benefit of not falling over himself quite so much, instead spending this trek to his desk chair laughing at Jacob's effort. He's trying, no one is falling over, it's fine. Ned's head is only spinning a little by the time he deposits Jacob in the chair and leans back against the desk again, on the opposite side this time. He's just looking at Jacob, considering him...]

I did. Maybe I'll even do it again.

[Jacob might not like not kissing Ned at the moment, but at the very least the chair gives him the best view of him. He leans back, smiling stupidly, but with no smugness. He liked this. He really, truly was enjoying himself with no ulterior motives on either side.

He loves that so very much.] You should. You can keep calling me Frye on the streets, and Jacob in the... [He's not finishing that with a rhyme, he decides. Not after the polishing bit.] Here.

[It's still nice like this, even without kissing. Ned needs this little break, a moment to sit apart from Jacob and get some of his personal bubble back, even if the chair is close enough to the desk that he can nudge Jacob's knees with his leg. And he does that, right now. Here's hoping he'll still feel this good about tonight when he's stone cold sober.]

You're a real wordsmith, Jacob Frye. [two in one, a daring move,] And you can go on calling me whatever you want, since you never listen anyway. No one'll know you fancy me.

[There he goes, making fun of English accents again... And everyone will know Jacob fancies him, but not in a different way from before, so it still counts.]

But I know I fancy you. And you know I fancy you. That can be our little... [Wordsmith Jacob Frye strikes again. His teasing has gone over his head, and Jacob's focused on watching his knees in thought. Their little what? They had far too much to try and think deeply about it. He just knew he didn't want to call it secret, because that might make it sound like it's wrong. And that certainly wasn't what he felt it is at the moment.]

It can just be ours. [He concludes, nudging Ned's leg with one of his own. Theirs, Ned. That's important to him.] I think I'll keep using Ned. Sounds more of a privilege.

[Hmm, theirs. Ned gets it, honest - but there are always secrets. Even this; parading himself around as something of Jacob Frye's might as well be painting a target on his back for anyone who wanted to get at the Rooks in a new and original way. A target on his back to join the rest... Secrets are part of this seedy underground way of life, right or wrong or otherwise.

But broaching the subject of secrets is another thing Ned can leave until sobriety returns to them. For now: Jacob is sweet, and it makes his heart swell and warmth to spread out from his chest just to hear him say things like ours. This isn't like him, to go to pieces over some little bit of affection, but... He nudges Jacob's leg again.]

I've got a personal rule against making deals drunk. But since I already know I'll still wanna kiss you when I'm sober, I'll let it slide just this once. [Annnd... wink!! before he stands up from leaning on the desk and moves to stand over Jacob. He's so small he's just barely taller than Jacob sitting down, god... don't say a word.]

Ours. [Sounds good, sounds real good. That will do, leaving Ned time and opportunity to lean down and kiss him again.]

[Jacob's face hurt from how much he'd been grinning. He just couldn't stop, giddy off of the fact Ned liked him. He liked him and Jacob didn't feel terrible about it. As silly as it was, he'd been worried it'd be the case.

Instead, he's pulling his hands up to cup Ned's face and hold him into the kiss. This one he'd savor. He wasn't caught off-guard, and he actually knew what he was doing. For once.]

... So is wanting to kiss you a proper excuse to monopolize your time? Asking for a rook. [There it is,]

[Kissing him like that is enough to make his heart turn over again. Ned leans into the kiss, bracing himself with a hand on Jacob's shoulder and knees bumping into his legs again. He's happy, which isn't anything new, but being happy about kissing a guy who turns out to want to kiss him back definitely is.]

This Rook of yours is a busy guy, [he says, grinning. Stop...] You want me to believe he'd wait for an excuse?

[but yeah though, it is,]

He'd consider it and come by anyway, I think. [Like he doesn't know that's exactly what he'd do. What he will do, when he's sober and has thought about it for approximately five seconds. A reason amount, for Jacob Frye.

He is not sober, though, so he's electing to pull him back in to kiss the corner of his lips.] Whyyy... don't you join me? Rest your legs... tell me about how much you like me.

[Kissing him is sweet and tempting, but come on - join him? In the same chair? Nothing in life is easy, least of all getting Ned Wynert to climb into anybody's lap.]

I'd have to pull another chair around. That'll scrape up my floor, F—Jacob. [He'll still ruffle Jacob's hair a bit, and he's not pulling away... but it's not that easy!!]

You almost called me Frye. That hurts my feelings, Ned. [Jacob pulls back, turning his chin up like he was actually offended. It would have worked, too, if it weren't for those meddling giggles escaping him still.]

Make it up to me. [Like, with more kisses, probably.]

[If not for the giggles, that would have been smooth, but Ned can work with adorable. He slides his hand up from Jacob's shoulder to the side of his face, pulling him back in for another kiss, slower this time.]

I knew you'd call me out like that. [But he kisses him again anyway, so it must be alright.] It'll take some getting used to, Jacob. I think you'll find a way to power through it, Jacob.

[he gotta,]

I don't know how I'll possibly go on, Ned. [Jacob says, just before stealing another kiss. He doesn't actually care, but he'll tease Ned to hell and back if it means he'll get more attention. Ned just can't win with him.

He will stop kissing him to look at him so fondly, though. He runs a hand down to rest on his tie, making sure if he wasn't sitting he was at least staying.] You promise you'll kiss me sober?

[He's not going anywhere, so Jacob can calm down at least on that front. Leaving aside that this is Ned's office... and Ned's house, he has nowhere else he really wants to be besides loitering around kissing and bantering with Jacob. So.

Don't crease his tie, he's right here.] You'll have to wait and see, but you won't be disappointed. Consider this giving you my word.

[He'll keep creasing his tie, thanks. Jacob hums in approval, working at pulling it off since Ned's already loosened it. Problem: Jacob is drunk, and he doesn't do ties sober. It's just not happening.]

I expect at least two. [A high demand,] Maybe three to get me through the day. Since you'll be busy.

[Three whole kisses, Jacob Frye drives a hard bargain. Ned hums and looks down at the weak fumbling happening to his tie, considering. This is definitely not a getting undressed evening, but the tie is a reasonable demand. So before Jacob winds up strangling him with it, he nudges his hand away to pull out the knot himself in a much smoother motion. Tada.]

I can do three. Maybe while I'm busy, I'll think about you...

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