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 Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 1:02 pm
‘I already tried Baz tonight, so this’s fine…..Jayce won’t care…Baz’ll make breakfast..in like…hours from now? I wouldn’t wanna miss it.’
He wasn’t even sure if Baz was home asleep in his bed, or when exactly Baz would’ve gotten up to make said breakfast if he were? Mostly because he wasn’t often making 3am calls through Jayces window on the bottomost floor. Not when showing up for dinner was far more reasonable….And 1:30 in the morning only got raised eyebrows and open arms and the occasional ‘what you doing here smelling like a fresh bonfire’..…real quiet like…in passing….
Or……
Anytime except for whatever time it was now, when he was likely disrupting sleep routines and making up excuses *not* to: wake people up, use the front door, knock, call, text, summon! Doing none of the above was somehow better in his mind than, gods, he didn’t even know anymore!? He only knew that whatever the hell this was he was doing? It felt better to do it like this! And so he was gonna lie, lie, lie in Jayce’s bed tonight.
One way or another.
‘And now you’re lying to yourself, huh? S’uncharacteristic as ******** helped greatly that some benevolent madman in the sky had heard his furious inner-ramblings and, thank the stars, left Jayce’s window jimmied open enough (Probably Jayce himself, it was ******** hot out in the day n’cooled down at night!) that sliding it the rest of the way up was as easy as cutting butter with a blazing butcher's knife. It only squeaked a little, nothing a bit of WD40 courtesy of a lightly thefted store wouldn’t fix. Maybe even a paid for convenient ********, maybe I can start sending Cerbs over to Todds with a written list, a sack, and some money? Yeah. Wait. No. ********. Whatever! I deserve to have this, I’ve earned it, right? I don’t have t’always have everyone else hold me accountable for my own damn actions…’
Getting the window up was apparently the easy part, leveraging himself up and in; one arm, shoulder, head, the next. A bit of a wiggle and slide. His a** gave him trouble, he swore under his breath about it…
‘I don’t even have to hold myself— not accountable or otherwise. Not at all, so long as I’ve got someone else t’do the holding for me in a ******** manner…Jayce won’t mind…’
He repeated the mantra like a prayer of a man on a mission. That Jayce wouldn't mind, that the questions would wait until after, would rise with the sun instead of ******** up the rest of his evening. Waru murmured as much to himself as he finally, with an oomph, with a louder swear and groan. Shoved himself through the window and face first across Jayces floor.
“Moth-r-fuc–me…”
‘Gods, I just need tonight to end.’
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2025 4:02 pm
Really, Waru should have expected Jayce to half fall out of bed, a knife gripped poorly in his hand, and naked save his boxer shorts. The man had climbed through his damned window for ******** sake. Jayce flung himself up and awake as Waru crashed into the floor - taking half the blackout curtain with him - and immediately half joined him on the floor. His lower half was tied up in the blankets, his shoulder pressing awkwardly against both the bedframe and the floor. Well. There certainly were worse positions to be found in.
It was a feat, really, how Jayce put himself in that position, considering the giant Cal King sized bed he slept in. Yet somehow he’d managed it and blinked blearily at Waru, who was face first on the floor. Seeing that it was just his friend and casual romp in the sheets, he put the knife down on the floor.
“The ********>” he cursed, yanking on the sheets to free him enough to complete his fall to the floor. He righted himself and rubbed a hand over his face. A glance at his phone told him it was 3 in the morning.
“Waru, the ******** man. We have a ********’ door,” he said, yawning. He ran a hand through his hair and over his face, scratching at his beard. The other man did spend time in his bed, often in the wee hours of the morning, and Jayce never questioned it. He didn’t need to; usually the man didn’t try to get his fat a** through the window at o’dark thirty in the morning. “Ya coulda teleported in ya know.”
Jayce sat in the darkness, lit only by the starlight and streetlamps coming through the window, and waited.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2025 4:43 pm
‘Bah-bah-black sheep have you any— ‘ He was listening, really, he swore he was. Even as he relented to the tide of curtains entangling him from the waist down, his feet futilely cinched up in swaths of blackout. He huffed in frustration as he rolled half-way onto his back in order to look up at a better angle and see….
‘Wwooowww!!! That's a big knife Jayce has there, or is he just happy t’see me? M’betting he’s happy t’see me…’
It seemed he was able to tell himself anything tonight, anything at all. Like he was doubling down on it, sweet nothings, empty calories. Checks that even his bountiful a** couldn’t cash. Lies so tender there were songs about them!
“Hi….” Short, soft, swallowed. He was still able to sound sheepish, even like this, much to his own amazement. “Yeh..I’d…uh…say that this was preparedness training? Sept for…yanno…how I didn’t actually mean t’wake you…” Waking people was what he’d been trying to avoid! At least in a startling manner? If only he didn’t have the dexterity of a soaked towel. “and…uh…Baz’s probably asleep?”
‘Please let Baz still be asleep!!’
“So…the door seemed out of the question…and the phones...and..…..” He blinked upwards, considering things, gaze dipping upside down to the knife, back to Jayce, back again. He didn’t have anything at the ready for this, no handy phrases tickling the tip of his tongue, only several experiential memories and a few neatly soldered and stitched scars to prove his points, if only to himself.
'Maybe I’ll let Jayce taste one and tell him how I got it? Damn if he’s not cute when he’s tired, but maybe that’s just how it looks from this angle?'
“N’I can say from experience on this one…teleporting into a house unawares just cause I forgot the keys, is as likely t’get me yelled at by several people as it is to get me stabbed by you and them…” He decided to work on shifting his own perspective as he struggled with the curtains a little more, kicked a foot free, reached blindly for another.
“I mean…the accidental stabbing’s probably fifty-fifty no matter how I enter a room? And by a really nice blade by the way! Like, damn? You’ve gotta be packing in all areas, huh?” Sounding relieved as he finally slipped the curtain-monster noose and was able to find a slightly more dignified position, one that left him eating slightly less carpet at the very least! He grinned up at Jayce like he’d just done a neat trick. Like he was seconds away from opening his mouth on to spout enticing innuendos —
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2025 5:03 pm
The groan that left Jayce's mouth was deep and long and tired. All this for having forgotten his damn keys good grief… At least the man was hot and flirty. Had he woken Jayce out of a dead sleep? Yes. Did the promise of trying him the <********> out help smooth that over? Absolutely. He stretched, arms over his head and yawned again.
“Yeh, Baz’ll be asleep for another hour or two… unless your spectacular entrance woke him up,” he shrugged and pushed himself up from the floor, offering Waru a hand. He could see the flirts on the tip of his tongue and shushed them with his mouth once the man was standing. It was a tired sort of kiss, with a lazy n** at his bottom lip to chastise him from coming in through the window.
He was awake now, as much as he could be on three hours sleep. A quick mental check of his schedule for the daylight hours had him blissfully free until like four, if he was remembering correctly. At least he wouldn’t be sleep deprived trying to spot someone doing bench press….
“A’ight, spill. What has you all,” Jayce gestured to all of Waru and the window, “like this? Forgetting your keys ain’t it.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. Waru was a lot of things - vicious, violent, amazing in bed - but he felt like the flirting was overly laid on. Like Waru just wanted to climb into bed and pass out and stop thinking.
(Not that Jayce hadn’t done similar after the giant snake fight.)
Buuuuuuuuuut, Jayce also had the sense that something like that was an avoidant behavior, and whatever Waru was trying to not think about, would in fact, bite him - and everyone around him - in the a** later.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2025 5:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2025 5:23 pm
He listened quietly as Waru rambled through his words, sifting through the not quite explanations and run on sentences. He frowned a little as Waru looked at him like he was a man drowning under his own weight. The weight of his rank, his power, his relationships. The frown turned into one of concern as he reached for him and brought his head into his chest. A large hand buried itself in his dreads and he tucked his chin over Waru’s head.
“Kay, yer avoidin’ him. Did somethin’ happen with ‘im?” he asked quietly into his hair. Jayce was a tad on the outside of the main polycule - if only because there were distinct relationships with Eion and Cassian and Waru - but they also all loved each other in their own ways. Jayce and Waru were casual bros, two sunflowers among the field of flowers. He would always be there for him, and this was one of those times.
He ran his other hand along Waru’s spine, soothing. “Or is it ‘bout Eion?” Their short king was… complicated. More youma than man, with a stomach of fire. Commanding, demanding, and someone Jayce would do anything for. He’d saved him from his useless existence as a knight, burning him from the inside out to purge his connection to Mars. Sure, Metallia had provided the power that hummed in his veins right now, but Faustite had been the one to put it there. He’d been the one to shove his hand in his chest and hold his soul in his hand.
Nothing was as intimate as that experience.
He kissed Waru’s temple softly. “Cas loves ya, ya know that right?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2025 10:47 pm
“I’msorry–” Quick rush of words wrapped in barbed feelings, as if he could fix it by opening his mouth; take it all back like the next breath of air he sucked in, before he was swallowing back down all the words that wanted to come up, listening more closely than he dared to. He felt struck for a moment, looked it, too. As he was forced to sit back and come to terms with a terribly piercing sort of clarity, that of all the people he maybe had asked at one point? Had run through the layout and labyrinth of his inner and outer workings—
That he’d forgotten about Jayce in all of that, disrespectfully so. Jayce who was always up for whatever, down for a good time, full of ******** *sense* for all that the man was built more densely than a dark star. Able to put him in his damn place with just a hand over his soul. And that, in doing all this, all his bullshit, he’d not once come to Baz for permission to invade their space like a stray when the mood struck. Was he taking advantage of the endless breakfasts? The easy hospitality? The way both men seemed to live to serve? They did it like it was easy, they opened their home, and their arms….they were such good to him when he wanted anything but….
Baz with all his care…..Jayce with his gentle firmness.
“It was easier before…..Eion got it…n’Ren always knew I ******** this..…” He huffed softly, for all the ways he’d never planned anything with Cass to go the way it'd gone, not initially. That he would’ve been content for the indigo-haired man to never have looked at him twice, or with anything less than disdain? Who knew a ‘divorce’ and Eion’s absence on missions would’ve spurned him into turning the whole ‘lets be friendship’ up to eleven!
He’d just wanted Cass to be happy…
And Emmy didn’t want to know, so long as it didn’t endanger her. Adam didn’t ‘care’, so long as he and the man fulfilled that mutual need within each other blanketed by a thicker than Waru ever wanted to admit layer of strange-ways friendship.
‘Because I’m an unrepentant hypocrite sometimes—’
“That's not…none of it’s an excuse…I shouldn’t make excuses…” His heart ached beneath the warm patch Jayce left on his skin through his shirt, like it’d beat out his chest without the other man holding it there. His lips gently parting around attempts to state the obvious, ‘Because you’re right’, he wanted to say. ‘Because I do know better–’, he didn’t even mention Tama, or Trey. Didn’t try to save face when confronted with the state of Kiri – of his poor Haybaby – and he wanted to suddenly reassure Jayce that he wasn’t some unknown trespasser in this. That he could’ve never been! That Waru chose him for more ********’ reasons ******** when it’s…so…soo ********’ easy t’just…” A sudden soft sound from above – or was it just out in the hall – and Waru found himself choked up and sobering nigh’ damn immediately.
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