It's-- It's not a building like a... building, it's... shut it, Ned! [Jacob will take off his coat faster because he's mad, but he's not really mad because he's trying oh so desperately not to smile over it.] I have buildings that happen to have... buildings of Rooks inside them.
[But there, his coat is off, and he's not as done up as he usually is For Some Reason. His shirt is nearly halfway unbuttoned? It's fine,] I'm getting off the next stop, just for that.
To go back to your building in a building? [Help... it's so funny. He'll never let this one die.] That's too complicated for me.
[But it's fake, so never mind. They're talking about Jacob's tattoos, so it's totally fine for Ned to casually reach over and undo the next button on his shirt. Why isn't he seeing birds? Tragedy.]
That's... [He was going to stay something along the lines of absurb, but then it clicks that Ned is touching his shirt and honestly? Jacob forgets everything he was going to say.] ... fine. That's alright, that's... I'll tell you more bird facts, later. Later.
[He fumbles a little for the next button, and he doesn't make an effort not to rush, but it can probably be endearing. There it goes, it's going to join his tie.] More show than tell now, yeah?
[Ned sure is touching his shirt, that's a thing he's doing. In generous exchange for Jacob being a good boy and taking it off, Ned will remove... his jacket!
800 layers remain]
And yet you're still talking about it. [But since they're ~courting~ or whatever it's called now, he's allowed to look up and down Jacob's chest in detail, yes? Not that he hasn't done this before at fight clubs, but now it's actually a thing.] I forget what we were arguing about. How about you?
[He's joking, but it's okay that Jacob is a big doofus.]
We were having an argument? I can't recall. [Jacob is a big doofus. However, he is a big shirtless doofus, and that's going to make up for it. He really doesn't know what to do with this now, since the jacket is already a step in some direction, so he'll just sit back with an arm around Ned.]
You... need to dress down more often. You know how maddening it was to see you at the fights like you were at work?
[Pros, cons. Ned doesn't mind leaning against a shirtless Jacob at all. He is, indeed, a genius.
But he still raises a correcting finger, since he's compulsively like this.] I am at work. You think I go to the fights just to see you and wind up with Robbie yapping my ears off? [bless Robert, but shut up,] Only sometimes, Frye.
You're telling me you were actually doing business while I was looking as good as I was? [Jacob is like, actually a little offended like a little baby.] I can't believe this. All this time.
[But like, he's gonna stay put though. Because he's cozy.] Did you do this after we started our little... thing? I know Robbie was jealous.
[Jacob looks a little skeptical about this number, but it's enough to stave off his baby jealousy. He'll even lean for this neck straining kissing again, he's good.]
You like a close up view, then? Without any business to distract.
[Okay, this is just another conversation about how hot Jacob is. Again. Why is his boy's ego this fragile, Ned wonders, even as he appreciates this needy kiss. Jacob...]
We could keep talking about how much I like the date, or we could enjoy it properly. What do you say?
That... sounds hard. Might need some convincing. With more kissing, maybe.
[Look at him, he's a real smooth talker. Prime boyfriend material. However, he does see the point, because he is leaning again to steal another kiss. Another would follow, but this sure is a strain on his neck since someone is so small.]
[Anyway that's the least convincing argument for more kissing ever made, probably. The look Ned gives Jacob may be upside down, but the mild disapproval is there. Dumped.]
We are, so, it should be... easier to kiss you. [He tries to ignore Ned's disapproval to keep whining, but it only goes so long until he sighs. Stop it? Love him?]
I'm just saying, can we... make this... I don't know... [use your words, Jacob,] ... comfortable?
[What beautiful logic?? The implication that being on a train has anything to do with getting one's smooch on is... not really far from the truth, since this is Ned, but please.]
I'm comfortable. [Sooo... but no, alright, he sits up to turn and face Jacob properly. Hmm.] Well?
[Being on a train has increased Jacob's chance of getting kissed by like, 70%, please.
But like, Jacob thought to complain about this without an actual solution, so give him a minute of staring at Ned with his mouth open like some kind of idiot. He sits back, pulling his arms up in some helpless gesture.]
I... don't know, we could... lay down, or you could... um... [he's like, done this before, he swears,] It'd be easier if you were on me, I... guess.
[...Well, it was getting to be a bit long in between reminders that Jacob has no idea what he's doing, so Ned isn't surprised by this stellar delivery. If anything, he's surprised Jacob managed to get the whole sentence out without diverting to pour more drinks instead.
Great job. 7/10. Ned sighs, hanging his head like, truly, this is the most embarrassing thing Jacob has ever done. It really, really is not, but still.]
Haven't even had dinner and you're asking me to crawl into your lap. I should've known.
[Will he? Stay tuned. He's decided to unbutton his vest first, while he thinks about these dopey baby options.]
[Jacob did get that whole sentence out without diverting to pour more drinks, but right after he realizes how stupid it sounds... well, he is leaning off the couch to pour more drinks. Stunning. His face is getting a little red, like he knows how embarrassing it all is, it's not a fun reminder for this boy.]
If it's going to take until after dinner to have you all over me, I might not be as irresistible as I thought. [Champagne will solve this, surely, he has filled both their glasses and it will totally work.] I didn't get us a private car for nothing.
[Ah, the drinks. Ned won't turn down more alcohol, he'll just smirk to himself about it while he shrugs his vest all the way off. Not even one comment about his glacial removal of layers? Why does he date this boy.]
Fortune favors the bold, Frye. [give him champagne, delicious, but also] Now you're distracting me with another drink.
Perhaps I was motivating you to get a move on, Wynert. [Jacob rolls his eyes, waiting patiently for this vest to go before he hands over the very full glass of champagne. Look at him, he won't even spill anything this time. Progress.
But he rarely sees Ned without that vest, so he will take the moment to look him over and appreciate his inconveniently small boyfriend.] You're distracting me with... you, anyway.
[Look, if Jacob thinks Ned is going to be too consumed with desire for sloppy kisses to finish this glass of champagne, he's in for a rough surprise. He's in it for the long haul now. Good job.]
Don't I know it? You've been giving me the same googoo eyes practically since we met.
[Jacob has a big crush on a man who says googoo eyes without irony. Let him drink his champagne in peace.]
[Jacob contemplates the exact meaning of "googoo eyes" while he's making them, making him the truly dumbest boy Ned could have chosen to go on the train date with.]
It's hard not to when you were the smuggest prick I'd ever met in London. I don't think I've ever come across anyone else who would just walk around my train like he owned it already.
[Ned is a prick, Jacob is truly good at this whole sweet talking thing.]
[There he goes, doing it again!! Ned very nearly says this to him directly, but he chooses to roll his eyes and drink instead. That will get him through the googoo eyes.]
What can I say? She's got an undeniable charm. [fuck, what a beautiful train!!!!
Also, he's starting to suspect Jacob doesn't understand the phrase "googoo eyes" at all. In that case, he's obligated,] You're giving me the eyes right now, you know.
[There Ned goes, talking about his train love. It's truly a miracle Jacob is still making the eyes at him during this, up until Ned points it out. And even then, he's still smiling like an idiot despite himself.]
I don't know what you're talking about. I've never looked at you in any googoo way, ever.
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[But there, his coat is off, and he's not as done up as he usually is For Some Reason. His shirt is nearly halfway unbuttoned? It's fine,] I'm getting off the next stop, just for that.
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[But it's fake, so never mind. They're talking about Jacob's tattoos, so it's totally fine for Ned to casually reach over and undo the next button on his shirt. Why isn't he seeing birds? Tragedy.]
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[He fumbles a little for the next button, and he doesn't make an effort not to rush, but it can probably be endearing. There it goes, it's going to join his tie.] More show than tell now, yeah?
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800 layers remain]
And yet you're still talking about it. [But since they're ~courting~ or whatever it's called now, he's allowed to look up and down Jacob's chest in detail, yes? Not that he hasn't done this before at fight clubs, but now it's actually a thing.] I forget what we were arguing about. How about you?
[He's joking, but it's okay that Jacob is a big doofus.]
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You... need to dress down more often. You know how maddening it was to see you at the fights like you were at work?
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But he still raises a correcting finger, since he's compulsively like this.] I am at work. You think I go to the fights just to see you and wind up with Robbie yapping my ears off? [bless Robert, but shut up,] Only sometimes, Frye.
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[But like, he's gonna stay put though. Because he's cozy.] Did you do this after we started our little... thing? I know Robbie was jealous.
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Never mind that now. I'd say... seven times out of ten, I went to get a good look at you. Sometimes even in the middle of business.
[It's more like 4, but shh.]
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You like a close up view, then? Without any business to distract.
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We could keep talking about how much I like the date, or we could enjoy it properly. What do you say?
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[Look at him, he's a real smooth talker. Prime boyfriend material. However, he does see the point, because he is leaning again to steal another kiss. Another would follow, but this sure is a strain on his neck since someone is so small.]
You... are... too travel sized, Ned.
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We are on a train. [Whine more, babe.]
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I'm just saying, can we... make this... I don't know... [use your words, Jacob,] ... comfortable?
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I'm comfortable. [Sooo... but no, alright, he sits up to turn and face Jacob properly. Hmm.] Well?
[Where do you want him, dummy??]
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But like, Jacob thought to complain about this without an actual solution, so give him a minute of staring at Ned with his mouth open like some kind of idiot. He sits back, pulling his arms up in some helpless gesture.]
I... don't know, we could... lay down, or you could... um... [he's like, done this before, he swears,] It'd be easier if you were on me, I... guess.
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Great job. 7/10. Ned sighs, hanging his head like, truly, this is the most embarrassing thing Jacob has ever done. It really, really is not, but still.]
Haven't even had dinner and you're asking me to crawl into your lap. I should've known.
[Will he? Stay tuned. He's decided to unbutton his vest first, while he thinks about these dopey baby options.]
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If it's going to take until after dinner to have you all over me, I might not be as irresistible as I thought. [Champagne will solve this, surely, he has filled both their glasses and it will totally work.] I didn't get us a private car for nothing.
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Fortune favors the bold, Frye. [give him champagne, delicious, but also] Now you're distracting me with another drink.
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But he rarely sees Ned without that vest, so he will take the moment to look him over and appreciate his inconveniently small boyfriend.] You're distracting me with... you, anyway.
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Don't I know it? You've been giving me the same googoo eyes practically since we met.
[Jacob has a big crush on a man who says googoo eyes without irony. Let him drink his champagne in peace.]
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It's hard not to when you were the smuggest prick I'd ever met in London. I don't think I've ever come across anyone else who would just walk around my train like he owned it already.
[Ned is a prick, Jacob is truly good at this whole sweet talking thing.]
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What can I say? She's got an undeniable charm. [fuck, what a beautiful train!!!!
Also, he's starting to suspect Jacob doesn't understand the phrase "googoo eyes" at all. In that case, he's obligated,] You're giving me the eyes right now, you know.
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I don't know what you're talking about. I've never looked at you in any googoo way, ever.
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it's been a week...... what is time anymore
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