OOM of sorts. The Garage. Dinner time.

[onceaviking]

{from here}

He glances up and pockets his phone again, walking over to the bench. Letting a hand drop on Jay's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

Letting his fangs drop.

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[runningred]

His pulse is strong and steady. Eric's blood, regardless of whatever else it might have done, has replenished the loss from Pam's feeding.

He leans into the touch a little, getting his heart and breathing slow down before opening his eyes and looking up at Eric. The fangs make him tempted to turn his head and expose his neck. It seems strange for Eric not to have bitten him.

But he doesn't, trusting that Eric has his reasons.

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches up and caresses the side of his neck with his fingertips, running them in ever smaller circles on Jay's hot skin.

"I have to tell you something," he says, voice low and confidential. "Something important. Caught your breath enough for that?"

[runningred]

He nods, still silent. There's a threat in the gentleness of Eric's touch, an undercurrent Jay's been trying to both understand and avoid.

[onceaviking]

"If you ever" Eric continues, in that same low, confidential tone, "divulge my personal business to anyone again, I am going to have to kill you, Jay. And that would be a shame. So I am rather hoping I won't have to."

His touch on Jay's belly is still soft and light. His jeans are still open. His cock is still hard. And his face is calm and still.

[runningred]

Jay is as still as a human can be. There's a flash of defiance in his eyes for a moment but he quells it, holding his breath before letting it out slowly. "Understood. But it was for Pam's safety. I didn't want you to have to mourn her too."

[onceaviking]

There's a tiny flicker of - something - in Eric's eyes.

Then it's gone and he says, "I have told her to leave Sunshine alone. And you ought to have known that no matter what you said it would hold no sway with her."

[runningred]

"I didn't know how long you'd be gone." And there would be no way to keep Pam from trying a second time and there was no telling if Rae be able to stop at a shield if attacked again. "It was the best thing I can think of."

He quells his own pride, the urge to argue that he was trying to protect Pam for Eric's sake and forces himself to lower his eyes in submission. "It won't happen again."

[onceaviking]

That gets him a kiss.

Eric isn't playing fair tonight.
Or maybe he is just in the mood, it can be hard to tell.


{ooc: off for a. Couple if hours. May be on via phone.}

[runningred]

Jay leans into the kiss, soaking up what warmth and affection he can. He knows he's being played, like a puppet on Eric's stings but he had no choice but to dance to Eric's tune.

{ooc: have fun. I won't be up too late, work tomorrow but I'll be around this time tomorrow night.}

[onceaviking]

For once he keeps up with the kissing.
Maybe that's the payment Jay wondered about.

His mouth keeps straying to Jay's neck, only to return to his lips.

[runningred]

Jay moans as Eric kisses his neck, letting his eyes drift closed. This is lovely, loving almost. And there in is the lie. He rests a hand on Eric's shoulder and gently urges him back. "That was... thank you." But it's time to give up the lie. "I should get cleaned up and sleep it off."

[onceaviking]

Eric kisses him one last time and sits back. "So you need more blood?" he asks.

[runningred]

"Only if you plan to feed on me."

He shakes his head. "I need to head back to my world sooner or later so I've been working on my gear most nights." He's been brooding. A lot. Mostly on family and how he's going to deal with them.

[onceaviking]

"I want to," Eric murmurs, "But I had better not."

He adjusts himself and fastens his jeans.

"And thank you. I know you would have preferred not to do this. "

Nobody could have doubted that.

[runningred]

Jay nods and pulls his own clothes back on, ignore (or should that be repressing his enjoyment of)the ache between his legs.

He tries several versions of a response before going with "Thank you for understanding."

"I need to go back to Africa this week, tie up loose ends. When I get back, I'll finish your security system if that suits you?"

[onceaviking]

Eric nods.
"That will probably work," he says.
"I have to go back to Shreveport and take care of some things."

And then, because he realises that they may be out of sync, he says, "Godric died yesterday."

[runningred]

"I'm sorry." It seems like such a hollow phrase, as so much human language is.

[onceaviking]

He shrugs. It's a tiny movement.

[runningred]

Jay lets it drop. Nothing he can say will make it any less painful.

"Let me know if you need anything before next weekend? I plan to source a few things I can't get here in Tangiers before I head for the Ivory Coast." After all, the bar won't sell him the weapons he needs.

[onceaviking]

"I should be good," Eric says.

"If I don't see you again, don't get killed."

[runningred]

The phrasing makes Jay chuckle. "Thank, I'll do my best."

He nods to the lift. "Good luck with Pam. I'll see you around, hey."

[onceaviking]

Eric hesitates - perhaps on the verge of saying something about how much she means to him. How she is all he has left. But he doesn't.

He just nods and heads to the elevator.

[runningred]

Jay knows. That's why he made an effort to protect her from harm.

Jay watches him go with a sigh and closes his eyes, giving himself a moment to pull himself together. He locks the RV. Tonight might be a better night to go back to his room.

{ooc: Thanks, that was good fun.}

[onceaviking]

{ooc: it was! And now bad is it, that I am already eager for when we get to season four. To have Eric go, "Do I know you? Are we, - friends?"

[runningred]

{ooc: Do it! Do it! Jay's going to struggle to answer that question honestly and without letting his own feelings get in the way. Can't wait!}