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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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[swatsflies]

[He relaxes once he sees Jim looks okay. He almost wants to see where else he could maybe touch or kiss.]

Te amo.

[Latin for earth, but it's the language of the people of Centra for Zell. Moving his hands to Jim's hips as he thinks about that stomach for a moment. Liftinfg his gaze to Jim's face and then the marker in his hand.]

Do you know where you want to mark? [Leaning close to kiss his chin.]

[rattlingthestars]

What's that mean? [ Jim asks as he leans forward and reaches out a hand toward Zell's coat buttons. It hovers there, unsure of its welcome, before Jim drops it and looks up through his hair at Zell. ]

Can you take off your coat? I was gonna - on your hip...

[ Jim is absolutely not flushing. ]

[swatsflies]

My feelings for you. It's in the language from Centra. They were wiped out about a century ago. [Dead civilizations was super romantic, right? Having caught sight of the movement, Zell snags his hand to put it on his coat buttons.] Whatever you want, baby.

[Planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth as he worked on the bottom buttons, while letting Jim take the top ones.]

[rattlingthestars]

How?

[ Romantic, no. Interesting, yes. A lot more interesting than what had started this entire activity, right? Or at least better to think about. Jim works the buttons until he can get it off Zell. He leaves Zell's short-sleeved jacket alone, though he does pause to admire it for a second. It's cool and doesn't look like anything from Jim's world. ]

Can I-?

[ He tugs slightly at Zell's tanktop to untuck it, if Zell doesn't stop him. ]

[swatsflies]

[How to even explain this?]

A piece of the moon fell onto them, bringing with it a concentration of monsters. Some of them were able to escape, but the rest of the continent was wiped out.

[He gives a nod to Jim to give him the okay. Reaching over to run his fingers through his hair.]

That's also where the orphanage is. Matron used one of the old buildings next to a light house for it.

[rattlingthestars]

Sounds kind of spooky.

[ No more than Captain Flint, and of course being in Snowhell has skewed Jim's ideas of what's scary and horrifying, but going to school in a building that belonged to dead people still seems a little off.

Jim doesn't think about it too hard after Zell runs his fingers through his hair, though, because then he's thinking about that and it takes up a lot of his brain power. The rest is spent tugging Zell's clothing until he can expose a hipbone for his marker. ]

Is that - uh - [ Train of thought, where did it go? ] - is that why it flies?

[swatsflies]

[He's helping. Tracing the outer edge of his ear. Playing with his hair and massaging his scalp might be his second or third favorite thing to do Jim.]

Yeah. They were the escape ships. You would love it, man. We had to crawl around to get it all working, but it's pretty cool in there.

[The gears, the machines, and all the water; Zell really wants to check the entire thing out from top to bottom, but now he wants to do it with Jim if he can. Pulling up on his top to let Jim see both hips and his stomach. Very helpful, right?]

[rattlingthestars]

Sounds ah - uh - [ Yeah, Zell's hand in his hair as he leans over him with the marker is pretty distracting, enough that Jim totally loses whatever he was going to say when confronted with Zell's bare skin.

He has to stare for a moment to remember what it was he was going to draw. Finally he clears his throat and looks away as if bracing himself before spreading a hand wide to hold the skin on Zell's hip taught so that he can draw a collection of dots of varying sizes - a constellation - and beyond that a tiny, stylized sun. ]

-There.

[swatsflies]

[For a moment he’s a little concern, but soon the pieces fall into place and he realizes why Jim is reacting the way he is. He finds himself beaming with affection at the idea that he’s the reason Jim is having issues with finishing his train of thought. He might have to remember this next time he wants to get Jim’s attention during training.

The touch of the marker against his skin is ticklish. He has to bite his lower lip and keep both hands holding up his shirt to keep from reacting. Zell is holding still like a good canvas as he waits for his boyfriend to finish. He’s trying to puzzle out the pattern to each mark, but it’s hard from this perspective.

Once he’s finished, Zell will gesture for Jim to get back up there. He does like Jim down there, but it might inspire some less than wholesome ideas.] What did you draw?

[Waiting for Jim to get back up before seeking out his lips with his own.]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Thankfully, this time Jim doesn't notice Zell noticing, or he might be too flustered to even finish what they're doing. At least this activity has completely distracted them from worrying about reality and monsters.

Jim gently blows on the 'tattoo' just once to make sure the ink is dry - so much for not inspiring less-than-wholesome thoughts - and then follows the gesture to join Zell again. He's quiet for a moment, more thoughtful than he had been a hormone-fueled minute ago, before he answers. ]

It's... a map. One to lead you - [ home, he nearly says, though that's not quite right. Not yet. ] - to where I'm from. If you ever needed it.

[swatsflies]

[He almost chokes at the blow job Jim gives the ink. So much for not going down that path, brain. Swallowing hard as his cheeks grow warm. It takes a moment for him to finally absorb Jim’s words thanks to it.

Pausing to really let the weight of what he said sink in.] Really? [Ensnaring a hand to put it over the marks on his hip.] Could you should me? [He wants to get it memorized just in case. He’s hoping that Jim will be there to guide him, but just in case…]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Don't die, Zell. Really don't die as Jim raises a more-or-less innocent eyebrow at the noise Zell makes, because, what. He was just making sure the ink was dry.

Zell dragging his hand around and putting it where he wants it does make Jim blush for a moment and rub the back of his neck with his free hand. ]

-Yeah. I can. These are the Pleiades cluster. If you start here, at Alcyone - [ Jim taps the largest of the dots, apparently intended as the closest. ] sail around it and then straight through the rest of the cluster - [ He demonstrates, using a fingernail to trace the impossibly small path. ] for a few months, you end up at my sun.

[ He makes a soft amused noise. His sun at his sun. ]

Anybody can tell you how to get to Montressor from there.

[swatsflies]

[He's going to die. Clasping a hand on Jim's shoulder and giving a light squeeze. The light short touches from Jim down on his hip isn't helping in the least. He did notice that raised brow earlier, but the directions come first.]

Pleiades cluster, Alcyone, and your sun. Think I've got it. [He's pretty great at committing things to memory. He misses the humor in the whole sun part though. Now to actually address the look Jim gave him, Zell leans close to blow against Jim's neck.]

T-this. [And the whole Jim touching him. It's amazing how aware Zell is of touching when it's his boyfriend doing it.]

[rattlingthestars]

[ The quizzical look increases at the shoulder squeeze, but Jim's too busy giving directions to comment until -

Oh. He's now replaying the last few minutes in a slightly different light and laughing softly. ]

Sorry, Sunshine. [ Jim only sounds half-sorry, really, and the other half's smug. Zell wouldn't love him if he wasn't a butt, right?

To make up for it, though, he puts Zell's shirt back down and keeps his hadns to himself for the moment. ]

Jim is a terrible influence <3

[swatsflies]

[That’s not making up for it. Zell snags Jim’s hands to place them back on him. The laughter does make it worth it. ] It’s ok.

[He can endure it, but the temptation to touch more skin is there. He did catch that smugness mixed in there. It’s pretty exciting that Jim might actually be proud of the feelings he inspires in Zell. Giving a grin as an idea pops in his head as he wraps both arms around Jim as he leans his chest against his. Nuzzling his neck before pressing his lips against it to give a repeat of what happened their reunion. Tracing a hand down Jim’s spine to lay flat against where he knows he wrote his feelings down.] Love you, Stars.

Jim is THE BEST INFLUENCE

[rattlingthestars]

Love you too. Tea - uh - tea yamo? [ He's laughing as he says it, because of course Zell was going to get him back like that eventually. He's not complaining, though. Not thinking about the monsters anymore, either. Zell's good at that.

Instead he's tightening his arms juuuust enough to try and tickle under Zell's arms. This will surely end well.]

[swatsflies]

[ Smiling against his neck at Jim's laughter. He really does have the best laugh. Pressing his mouth against his ear next to whisper the word. ] Te amo.

[ Making a noise at the tickle and trying to jerk his side out of the way. He doesn't really get far because he wants to stay in Jim's arms. ] Hey. [ It lacked the indignation he was trying for. Moving his hands to Jim's hips as tries to lift him up to throw him over his shoulder. If he succeeds he will give Jim's side a few pokes in retaliation. ]

whispered at by chris evens. he never stood a chance.

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim shivers at the sound of Zell's whisper - if he has the best laugh, then Zell has the best voice. Of course, the effect is ruined with Zell trying to pull him off while Jim just wraps his arms tighter, unwilling to budge because he knows he's doomed. ]

Nope! Don't think so!

this ok?

[swatsflies]

[ Laughing as Jim latches on. ] That’s cheating. [ Giving up on that endeavor as he puts Jim back down. Maybe he can distract him long enough to try again once his guard is down. Thankfully he’s up close and personal to Jim’s neck, or it’ll be obvious he’s up to something from his expression. Grinning against his skin as he moves his hand from Jim’s hip to his ass to give it a squeeze. Trailing kisses down his neck. ]

I can mark you here. [ Playfully nipping at his collar bone. ] Draw a big heart or one of my tattoos. [ It would probably defeat the whole purpose of having places only they know about. ]

perfect :3

[rattlingthestars]

It's not cheating if it works. [ Jim sounds downright smug about that, too; Zell's bringing it out in him today. The grope - which usually would throw Jim off his game - just earns Zell a contented noise. The nipping, on the other hand... well that's worth investigating.

Jim cautiously loosens his hold - no picking him up! - and puts his hand to a better use trying to keep Zell at his collar bone. ]

You could. [ The 'or you could keep doing that' is implied. ]

\o/

[swatsflies]

[ He can’t argue with that. It’s definitely working to Jim’s benefit and Zell was quickly forgetting his original objective with all the encouragement he was getting from his boyfriend. Hooking his fingers on Jim’s neckline to gently pull the opening lower to get the skin there. With him not protesting or making any sounds at the booty grab, he’s just going to leave his hand there. ]

I could. [ He repeats slowly. Or he could see how much Jim will let him get. Tracing shapes from Jim’s collar down his chest slowly with his fingers. ] Later. [ He has much more important things to do at the moment. ]

[rattlingthestars]

Later.

[ Yes, he's repeating himself. He just needs to make sure Zell's got the right idea, is all - a right idea that Jim's going to encourage by going back to messing around with the bottom of Zell's untucked shirt. He's aware as he does it that it's probably not the best idea, and they're going to have to stop eventually, but -

Later. ]