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((OOC: Zell may show messages to Jim Hawkins. If you do not want Jim to see/know, then please let me know.))

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[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim holds it up, aiming at a window but making no move toward firing it. Even the weight balance is different from back home. ]

They look a lot alike, but the firing mechanism's completely different. There's nothing here to heat the plasma.

[ The mention of Jim's room changes the sp]ace around them. For a moment, they're in a burning building, a single open window ahead the only escape. Jim blinks and it's gone - it never happened. ]

My room's... messy. You'd hate it.

[swatsflies]

[ There is something amazing watching Jim handle the old gun. Watching his expression change and aim it. He leans forward as he listens. ]

The plasma?

[ And then he nearly jumps at the fire that appears around them for a moment. It's gone pretty quickly and there was no heat or smell to it, but it's enough to get him looking at Jim incredulously. ]

Did you see that?

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim replaces the gun and sighs quietly. ]

My room's gone, Sunshine. It all burned.

[ So the fire had come from Jim's mind. He moves over to the larger punching bag and touches it, palms open, before giving it an experimental jab. ]

[swatsflies]

Oh yeah...

[ He says it lamely.

Hopping up to stand behind Jim. Putting a hand on hips hip as he helps him get into position for punching. Pausing a moment to press a kiss against the back of his neck. ]

What did it look like before?

[rattlingthestars]

You would've hated it.

[ Jim sounds pretty amused about that, actually. He relaxes into Zell, enjoying being guided more than he will the actual punching. ]

Mess everywhere.

[swatsflies]

[ Giving his hips a squeeze. ]

Not at first. I didn't hate your bag.

[ Bumping his forehead against Jim's shoulder. ]

Were there tools and solar surfers parts every where?

[rattlingthestars]

You didn't hate my bag because you fixed my bag.

[ Yep, he's definitely amused now. He gives the punching bag another half-hearted jab. ]

Not sure I'd let you touch my tools and crap. How would I know where anything was?

[swatsflies]

I would show you where everything is.

[ He tries to whine, but really can't. He's feeling elated with Jim standing in his room. ]

Or we could organize it together. You know, when we rebuild it all.

[rattlingthestars]

You can show me where everything is here.

[ Much better than worrying about putting everything back neatly when the mood to tinker strikes him, right? ]

Wouldn't mind a desk like this, though.

[swatsflies]

[ He looks back at the bed for a moment already considering untoward things for a moment. Resting his chin on Jim's shoulder as he looks at the desk. ]

Makes it easier for work on bods- boards. Work on t-boards.

[ What slip up? There is no slip up. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ The fun thing about being in someone's mind - or someone being in his mind; Jim still isn't sure what - is that Zell's thinking untoward things for both of them. ]

Working on bods.

[ Jim's trying really hard not to laugh even as he turns red. ]

Got it.

[swatsflies]

[ He's red too, especially with how close they are. Burying his face against Jim's shoulder as he mumbles something with Jim's name in the mix there. Then he's going to let go and move to the desk. Looking at the surface to think about working on his t-boards, but it's interrupted by thinking of working on something else. Just going to not look at Jim for a bit. That's how it will get fixed, right?

Patting the surface. ]

Want to see? [ A pause. ] Not that- I mean, that too if you want, but... T-boards. Want to see?

[rattlingthestars]

[ 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.

Expectant for what is unclear. ]

Sure do.

[swatsflies]

[ 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. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ 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. ]

[swatsflies]

[ 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? ]

[rattlingthestars]

I'd -

[ 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. ]

[swatsflies]

[ 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.

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim shoots Zell a slightly disbelieving look. All that and he wants to do something else? ]

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?

[swatsflies]

[ 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... ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ 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. ]

What are you thinking?

next tag for drop zone

[swatsflies]

[ 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. ]

:D

[rattlingthestars]

I am in your brain.

[ 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. ]

[swatsflies]

[ 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... ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ 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. ]