#jackseph

The idea did not sound bad at the time, but at that time, he was half a bottle of wine in and distracted by the man's brown curls. Now, the idea had him standing anxiously in one of the empty manor rooms in nothing more than a robe and his blonde hair draped over his shoulders.

Truthfully there was no shame in a nude body, and it was not something that was hidden from his dearest lover. Though something about the easel that stood across the room had him flustered, staring at it; wishing it would explode if he glared hard enough. 

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“Say Joseph, I've always wanted to paint you, in a way that captures you perfectly.” Jack stared at the man from across the fire, admiring how it danced across his face with light. Joseph glanced up at him and tilted his head, another sip from his glass as he laid his head in his hand, admiring the man's dusty brown locks.

“Mmnn..? A picture captures me just fine, must you paint me darling?” Jack let out a gentle scoff as he stared in a hint of annoyance, something Joseph picked up on quickly; quickly sitting up.

“Maybe I should request another then? Though I'm unsure of who else would lay nude for me.” Joseph’s eyes widened, the blue scleras kept a focused look on him. There was his weakness. 

Jealousy.

Joseph was refined, dignified, and above all a gentleman. Though his jealousy since he met Jack had no bounds, women and men alike were aware to stray from the ripper if his photographer was in earshot. That was something Jack knew, something he used against the French man, and before Joseph knew it he was seated next to him, agreeing and downing his glass of wine with a clawed hand laid against his hip.

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The door opened with a gentle click of the lock, alerting Joseph that Jack had arrived with his paints and a small wooden box with his brushes. The silence lingerd as he locked the door, he turned to place down the brushes before promptly turning back to his lover, admiring the way the man looked up at him in a flustered state. Joseph's lips were pursed as he straightened his composure, hiding any shame or embarrassment he previously had.

“Staring already? Let me undress before you gawk you pervert.” Joseph folded his legs, brushing hair over his shoulder as he glanced up at Jack, with a cheeky smile and a flutter of his eyelashes the man had his face in his hands.

“You are horrid at hiding that flustered little face of yours my love, If need be I can help you become relaxed.” Joseph's facade melted like ice in a sauna the moment Jack's hands traced his face, the larger man's calloused hands felt cool against his flushed cheeks. Joseph only looked up at the man before shaking his head, his legs unfolded and dragged up Jack’s hip, the robe hiked up his thigh.

“Undress me? Leave those wandering touches for later, think of it as motivation to finish your painting.” Joseph knew of Jack's slump when it came to his works. Since he arrived at the oletus manor there were truly only half rushed slaps of paints across a white canvas before The Ripper was called for. 

The ribbon holding together the robe unfolded with ease, the soft blue fabric followed suit and revealed the man's chest and stomach, the rest hidden by the larger man's body. Those calloused hands met his hips once again, trailing slowly down to his thighs before chapped lips placed a soft yet firm kiss to his breast, the other to his neck.

“You will be well worth the wait, my darling.” Joseph's breath hitched as Jack pulled away, he let the man undress him, taking the silk robe over to his easel, placing it on the small stand. Showing it off as if it was a medal of sorts. Joseph's shy demeanor faltered as he laid comfortably against the soft chaise Lounge. The fabric was soft and well stuffed, he sunk into it perfectly and allowed his head to rest upon the tassel pillow, a blanket covered just below his rear. This allowed the curve of his frame and the slight hint of his breasts being on display to be the main star of the show, his blonde curls merely flowed freely.

“Is this alright? I'm not typically the subject when it comes to moments being captured.” Through all of the years of his time as a photographer he hasn't once been in a picture, always cherishing the moments but never once being cherished. Jack couldn't help but chuckle, he was far too mesmerized by the man's flustered face, his cheeks as flushed as they were after a bottle of bordeaux. 

“You look beautiful, don't fret so much, I've seen your nude figure in much more outlandish ways, no?” Jack smiled, the smile was a gentle one. His eyes held adoration, he looked at Joseph with every ounce of affections he could muster, Joseph found himself burying his face into the pillow. Jack didn’t mind, he knew all of his lovers' features.

They sat in silence, Joseph emerged from the pillow and Jack let a soft hum fill the quiet room. It went on like that for as long as it could, neither of them paid attention to the passing time. The shared company was enough to keep them content and at ease, that is until a gentle snore came from the man across the room, snuggled into the lounge. His arms left his hips and trailed beneath the pillow. Jack's gaze lingered as he placed down his brush, the base was done anyways; he'd finish it later he told himself.

“My my… spoiled rotten aren't you.” He let out a gentle chuckle before leaning down, bending at the knees to be at Joseph's level. The hand that typically was home to a large clawed amalgamation of metal was nothing more than rough skin that pushed the hair from the Frenchman's face.

Joseph did not wake, nor did he flinch. He fell asleep across from a man who would stain the streets red for him; he slept with ease and comfort. Jack's nose nuzzled against the man's cheek as he placed a loving kiss to Joseph’s parted lips. 

“Hmm” a gentle hum left one of them, neither would know if it was one harbored from content or somnolent. Though Jack did know one thing, and that was to slip off his boots and tailcoat, pick up the half asleep french man who had fluttered his eyes as he was lifted into a pair of arms before placed gently across a strong chest once again.

“Shh rest, you were the perfect study for the day.” He chuckled slowly, his calloused hands traced circles across Joseph's back, circling over vital organs before he heard gentle snores once again. He wasn’t sure how long he had stared at the ceiling, but he knew that with each rise and fall from Joseph's chest, he began to doze further.