[ Jim doesn't catch any of that, except his name, but he laughs anyway. His eyes trail after Zell, amused look nver leaving his face - especially when he realizes Zell still isn't looking at him.
He tries not to think too hard about what he's doing when he follows Zell over and hops up on the desk, giving him an expectant look.
[ It's a trap. Zell swallows hard as he looks over at Jim as he settles on the desk. Looking from him, then to the empty surface, and back again as he tries to figure out what Jim means.
His brain isn't going to chill out on certain thoughts any time soon it seems. After a little longer, he moves to Jim to put a hand on the surface on either side of him to box him in. Bumping his nose against Jim's. ]
Usually I lay it down on it's back, take apart the engine, and make sure it has enough lube.
[ His mind isn't supplying him with certain kinds of lubes thankfully. He's actually sharing with mostly innocent thoughts. But the whole laying down thing does send his mind down to how much weight the desk can hold. ]
[ Jim tilts his head, considering what Zell's saying. His own mind is split between the same thoughts Zell is having and actually being interested in how these boards work. He hadn't seen anything like solar cloth around since they'd arrived. ]
What does the engine run on? Some kind of fuel cell?
[ Perhaps unhelpfully, he's got that wrinkly look on his face he gets when he's trying to figure something out. ]
[ While Jim is getting distracted by actual shop talk, Zell is getting distracted by that look. Nudging his legs apart to get closer as he moves his hands to Jim's lower back. ]
When we come here for reals, I'll let you take one apart.
[ Hesitating for a moment before putting his hands on Jim's rear. Leaning close to bump their noses together. Make-outs seem really important at the moment, right? ]
[ Jim cuts off whatever he was about to say as Zell steps things up. He'd jumped up on the desk to tease, sure, but he wasn't really expecting things to go further than that.
He glances toward the floor and then back up at Zell. ]
-Sure this is okay?
[ Even if it is a dream, Jim still wants to make a good impression. ]
[ Don't be a tease in his room while already thinking of certain things, dude. Zell is holding himself lightly to let Jim break away if he wants to. ]
Huh? Okay?
[ Already forgetting someone else is in the house. He's doing a great job at this. He does remember as he looks down to the floor. ]
Oh yeah. [ A pause as he considers it. ] We haven't been caught yet. [ Or maybe Zack and Kunsel have been polite, but he doubts that. ] You know, if you want... we can do something else.
[ Well, he wants to do something alright. They haven't really touch each other completely yet. Maybe a little fondling here and sneaking peeks at each other there.
And Jim's leg being around him isn't helping to calm things down. Pulled in and placing his hand on Jim's thigh. ]
Well... you. You're on my mind. [ That's an answer, right? Sliding his hand up the thigh to his hip and then around to his rear. Calling not it on paying attention! ]
You comfortable here?
[ On the desk. Which Zell is already thinking of pushing him down on, or bending him over... ]
[ Jim is on his mind in more ways that one, he remembers. This is just a dream, and even if it feels real... he's not sure how far he wants to go if it's only in their heads.
He's not putting the breaks on, though, not when Zell's hands are wandering.
Jim also calls not it on paying attention. ]
Cozy.
[ Cozy enough that he's just going to wrap his other leg around, too. ]
[ Giving him a squeeze as he pulls Jim against him. Rocking his hips to grind against him as he gives him another kiss ]
You already know what I'm thinking.
[ Don't make him spell it out. Kissing him deeper as he tugs at Jim's shirt to untuck it. Once he does, he pauses a moment lean his head back to watch Jim as he slides his hands against skin. ]
Jim's thighs tighten around Zell, trying to keep him from moving away again as he stretches his arms above his head, inviting Zell to finish taking off his shirt. ]
[ Putting his hands under Jim's shirt to feel against his sides and his chest as he pushes the shirt up. Then he'll grab the edges to pull it off. Ducking down to press kisses down from his mouth to his neck and collar bone.
Pushing Jim to lay back as he moves down to his sternum and following the line to his stomach. He's planning to see how much Jim will let him take off when something feels off. Like something is tugging on him. He pauses to look up at Jim to say something, but it never comes out.
Zell is yanked away and pulled down, down into a second dream. Into something that will turn into hell with static and morse code soon enough... ]
[ Jim's heartbeat kicks up in anticipation, ready for whatever it is Zell has in mind. He goes where Zell pushes him, but he's grabbing the back of Zell's neck to make sure he comes, too, and doesn't let go as Zell moves down his stomach.
Zell looks up and for a moment Jim's completely breathless in the face of that look. He's so beautiful -
But something's wrong.
He wants to ask. There's no time. Zell's yanked away and Jim feels him slipping, like through his fingers, and the dream around them is pulled loose when Zell disappears. It drains first of color, then melts and bleeds down into the hole where Zell sunk, and then Jim's alone in blackness until he wakes, gasping, to find Zell still asleep beside him. ]
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He tries not to think too hard about what he's doing when he follows Zell over and hops up on the desk, giving him an expectant look.
Expectant for what is unclear. ]
Sure do.
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It's a trap. Zell swallows hard as he looks over at Jim as he settles on the desk. Looking from him, then to the empty surface, and back again as he tries to figure out what Jim means.His brain isn't going to chill out on certain thoughts any time soon it seems. After a little longer, he moves to Jim to put a hand on the surface on either side of him to box him in. Bumping his nose against Jim's. ]
Usually I lay it down on it's back, take apart the engine, and make sure it has enough lube.
[ His mind isn't supplying him with certain kinds of lubes thankfully. He's actually sharing with mostly innocent thoughts. But the whole laying down thing does send his mind down to how much weight the desk can hold. ]
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What does the engine run on? Some kind of fuel cell?
[ Perhaps unhelpfully, he's got that wrinkly look on his face he gets when he's trying to figure something out. ]
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When we come here for reals, I'll let you take one apart.
[ Hesitating for a moment before putting his hands on Jim's rear. Leaning close to bump their noses together. Make-outs seem really important at the moment, right? ]
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[ Jim cuts off whatever he was about to say as Zell steps things up. He'd jumped up on the desk to tease, sure, but he wasn't really expecting things to go further than that.
He glances toward the floor and then back up at Zell. ]
-Sure this is okay?
[ Even if it is a dream, Jim still wants to make a good impression. ]
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Huh? Okay?
[ Already forgetting someone else is in the house. He's doing a great job at this. He does remember as he looks down to the floor. ]
Oh yeah. [ A pause as he considers it. ] We haven't been caught yet. [ Or maybe Zack and Kunsel have been polite, but he doubts that. ] You know, if you want... we can do something else.
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Keep an ear out.
[ Maybe if they both try, one of them will remember. Jim hooks a leg around Zell's waist and pulls him in. ]
-What did you have in mind?
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And Jim's leg being around him isn't helping to calm things down. Pulled in and placing his hand on Jim's thigh. ]
Well... you. You're on my mind. [ That's an answer, right? Sliding his hand up the thigh to his hip and then around to his rear. Calling not it on paying attention! ]
You comfortable here?
[ On the desk. Which Zell is already thinking of pushing him down on, or bending him over... ]
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He's not putting the breaks on, though, not when Zell's hands are wandering.
Jim also calls not it on paying attention. ]
Cozy.
[ Cozy enough that he's just going to wrap his other leg around, too. ]
What are you thinking?
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You already know what I'm thinking.
[ Don't make him spell it out. Kissing him deeper as he tugs at Jim's shirt to untuck it. Once he does, he pauses a moment lean his head back to watch Jim as he slides his hands against skin. ]
:D
[ So he knows what Zell is thinking. In stereo.
Jim's thighs tighten around Zell, trying to keep him from moving away again as he stretches his arms above his head, inviting Zell to finish taking off his shirt. ]
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Pushing Jim to lay back as he moves down to his sternum and following the line to his stomach. He's planning to see how much Jim will let him take off when something feels off. Like something is tugging on him. He pauses to look up at Jim to say something, but it never comes out.
Zell is yanked away and pulled down, down into a second dream. Into something that will turn into hell with static and morse code soon enough... ]
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Zell looks up and for a moment Jim's completely breathless in the face of that look. He's so beautiful -
But something's wrong.
He wants to ask. There's no time. Zell's yanked away and Jim feels him slipping, like through his fingers, and the dream around them is pulled loose when Zell disappears. It drains first of color, then melts and bleeds down into the hole where Zell sunk, and then Jim's alone in blackness until he wakes, gasping, to find Zell still asleep beside him. ]