dumbshow | Friends of Trains

[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...

[Jacob seems satisfied with just his tie, dropping his hands back down to Ned's waist with a pleased smile. Ned was hot and his and there wasn't anyone to interrupt his gawking.]

I'll be thinking about you, busy or not. [He already has been thinking of him, but that's besides the point.] So try getting some work done for the both of us.

[Ned's too buzzed to waste time fiddling with the pin on his shirt collar, or Jacob could have the tie and a button or two. Maybe next time. He moves a little closer, lifting both hands to link his fingers together at the back of Jacob's neck. The other reason he's not sitting down is how he's kind of enjoying being taller for once... let him have this.]

I always get work done. Try not to knock down any monuments while you're ever so distracted.

I don't know about monuments, but I've certainly taken a few punches. [Jacob... wasn't supposed to admit that, but his decision making is shot. Anyone could have guessed he nearly lost a fighting match looking at someone. It just happened to be Ned.

He'll let have this. His hands feel too nice around his neck for him to do anything. He can't remember the last time he's let anyone get this close without it being to clean their brother's scrapes or try and punch him in the throat.] You're a terrible influence, you know.

[Ned's really not surprised, so he can't do anything but sigh and shake his head in response to that. Jacob, Jacob... don't get that pretty face hurt for the sake of looking at him. He's available to be looked at plenty of other times.]

Well, I am a pretty notorious gangster. You might have heard of me and my less-than-legal deeds. [At least he's not talking about the fog again,] Didn't your sister warn you about men like me?

[Jacob does make some effort not to laugh this time, for the sake of playing along. He leans back with his brows raised in amusement, hand going to his chest in a feign of shock.]

You? A criminal? I'm scandalized. I don't know if I can keep be with someone leading a life of crime...

That's heartbreaking, Jacob. Really, it is. [He sighs, very serious. He is always serious, obviously, which is why he's also leaning down a little more to kiss him briefly before the rest of this nonsense,] I'll find somebody else to kiss—oh, that Rook friend of yours! Send him my way, alright?

[It's a good thing he's kissed, because otherwise Jacob would lose it. Ned is adorable while talking about being a notorious criminal and it's not fair. He hasn't laughed this much in ages.] Oh, I don't know, I'll have to see. He's usually so busy, escorting your cargo and killing sooo many Blighters...

[He's a tough gang leader, he breaks noses... noses, Jacob. Jacob gets another kiss for his efforts, but Ned laughs in the middle and it's more like a smush than an actual kiss. Close enough.]

The Blighters are fewer than ever before, these days... I bet he'll find a minute to spare.

I guess he likes you enough to make time. He's a feared assassin, you know, dangerous... perfect for someone like you. [Ned shushing him with a laugh makes Jacob laugh. How is he supposed to win this banter if he can't keep a straight face?] I just might get jealous.

[Fake jealousy kisses... He'll test this out this kissing hard thing, sitting up and pulling Ned in by the lapel. He wasn't all that skilled in it, but...] I'm the best.

[Perfect for someone like him, huh? That's cute, this is all cute and he's only a little bit mad at himself for thinking so. A notorious smuggler and an assassin, behaving like this—they are both doing their careers a disservice. How lucky that they stayed in. Before he can say anything to that though, he's treated to Jacob's clumsy, drunk attempt at pulling him in closer, and despite that clumsiness he can't help but be even more enamored by it.

What a dork... He curls his fingers in Jacob's hair to hold him into another kiss, like he can convey all of his embarrassing feelings this way without putting them to words just yet.] Somebody's confident. The best at what?

The best... ever. The best assassin, Rook, and... person ever. Only person you can date, because you deserve the best and I'm the best. [Words. Yeah.

Jacob is a fully functioning adult. Ned can kiss him to avoid putting it into words, and Jacob will do both poorly but sincerely.] No one else. Just me. Got that down?

["Somebody's confident" just became "somebody needs to go to bed," huh. Ned somehow manages to listen to all of this without laughing, marveling at this real adult in front of him who's quickly losing the ability to form a sentence, but kisses pretty nicely. This, truly, is where he's laid his affections.]

Y'know, it'd be more flattering if I were the best. [Jacob,] I'll keep that in mind, anyway.

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