You're always at my beck and call. Let me come to you instead.
[ chewing on his sleeve, the ellipsis on his end lingers as he tries to figure out the right thing to say, not wanting to be too blunt. he's already been harsh before and he doesn't want to break the mood either. because he wants too. the words are stuck in his throat but he tries to find a way around it. ]
Let me know you through touch too. I'm afraid I can't give you all you want tonight but I want to give more.
( this is never an easy topic to broach, but jase is so downright devoted that he would wait until the end of the world for this boy and even then some.
he bites his lip, makes himself sit down at the large oval table in the room, letting out a long, slow breath. letting briar come to him, to explore jase on the down low in the very way he's lowkey been dreaming of ... he can hardly believe it. )
tonight? i can't promise i'll be able to stay still if you plan on touching me more.
( as though he's incredibly still right now β not. )
You're always in my neighborhood. I thought maybe I could go to yours for once, see where you live.
[ every little thing helps and he means that. ]
I know you, silly cat. You're invited to roam within reason. It's why this conversation started, isn't it? The fact that you'd been thinking about kissing and holding me?
( jase feels silly for not having even thought about bringing briar to his neighborhood, to his family's apartment complex. but β )
this might sound weird but i've never been able to picture you out and about in the big city. everything is so loud and hectic and your shop and the street are quiet and peaceful and magical and just about the opposite of everything i've ever known. i think maybe that's why the two images can't seem to mesh in my head.
I was raised as a human. I'm not sure I ever told you. We can speak more on that later. I don't think I can concentrate now that I have the image of you picking me up against the wall in my head. I can be there in a few hours.
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[ chewing on his sleeve, the ellipsis on his end lingers as he tries to figure out the right thing to say, not wanting to be too blunt. he's already been harsh before and he doesn't want to break the mood either. because he wants too. the words are stuck in his throat but he tries to find a way around it. ]
Let me know you through touch too. I'm afraid I can't give you all you want tonight but I want to give more.
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i can wait. i promise.
( this is never an easy topic to broach, but jase is so downright devoted that he would wait until the end of the world for this boy and even then some.
he bites his lip, makes himself sit down at the large oval table in the room, letting out a long, slow breath. letting briar come to him, to explore jase on the down low in the very way he's lowkey been dreaming of ... he can hardly believe it. )
tonight?
i can't promise i'll be able to stay still if you plan on touching me more.
( as though he's incredibly still right now β not. )
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[ every little thing helps and he means that. ]
I know you, silly cat. You're invited to roam within reason. It's why this conversation started, isn't it? The fact that you'd been thinking about kissing and holding me?
Oh and β No presents. Please.
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just me and you.
( jase feels silly for not having even thought about bringing briar to his neighborhood, to his family's apartment complex. but β )
this might sound weird but i've never been able to picture you out and about in the big city. everything is so loud and hectic and your shop and the street are quiet and peaceful and magical and just about the opposite of everything i've ever known. i think maybe that's why the two images can't seem to mesh in my head.
( and apparently jase has just been prepared to forego the rest of the city altogether, his daily life, in favor of that place, this boy, spending his days hidden away in the cafΓ© with little responsibility. )
i'd say i'd send a car but i know that's too much.
here's the address and you can text me when you're in the lobby and i'll come down and meet you.
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I don't think I can concentrate now that I have the image of you picking me up against the wall in my head.
I can be there in a few hours.
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when i texted you.
guess it's contagious.
there's a lot i have left to learn about you, huh?
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What are you doing now? Or meant to be doing while you're sexting me?
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i think you can see why my attention wandered away to seek greener pastures.
i don't think i'm going to be able to go back to work, to be completely honest.
( but also hahahahhaaaahah briar called him out on his sexting, time to turn horrifically red. )
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Virtual company ...
You left a sweater here last time you visited, by the by. Should I bring it with me?
[ since he had, after all, invited himself over for lip service β or a tamer booty call. ]
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but did i really?
i must have been distracted.
( ahem. )
you can if you want.
it probably looks better on you, though.
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[ briar, as if fit ever mattered to you. ]
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[ how....
do you flirt. he takes too long to type the next message. ]
What else were you interested in seeing?
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