#x. jacques

    Jacques’ eyebrows rose at the comment before confusion pulled them together. Had he not flirted with Harvey since day two at the ranch (day one had been too many new impressions to flirt)? Funny. He had noticed the lingering eyes more than once. “Ouais? I started to think you’re not interested.” He beamed up at Harvey and stepped in closer, his eyes darting to the lips. So kiss him, stupid.

     Jacques pulled up the shirt and caressed the smooth back with both hands. “What would you do without me, hein?” Probably not writhe in pain within the next couple of seconds. He focused on the hurting shoulder, pressing his thumbs along the muscles and their trigger points around the scapula.

     Jacques looked around with wide eyes, expecting some sort of trouble as he arrived. Their message had only told him to come immediately and they didn’t explain any further when prompted. Naturally, Jacques expected them to be dying. “Ça va? I got here as fast as I could, what’s going on?” 

    Jacques jumped back almost immediately, holding up his hands to show he meant no harm. Or no intimacy, in this case. His eyes were just as wide as Simon’s and he shook his head, stuttering nonsense in French before he found words in English again. “I’m sorry, sorry, sorry- J’sais pas, I panicked, I panicked!” He was light on his feet to keep the distance between them as needed. 

    Jacques only did a soft grunt, refusing to open his eyes. “But at what cost?” he mumbled and wiggled closer to André. Nuzzling what felt like a shoulder, he let out a deep sigh and lazily put an arm around the vampire. “You cannot go.” All he wanted was for André to stay and not be a scientist for a while. An impossible thing, most likely, but it didn’t stop him from wanting. So, to prevent André from going anywhere, Jacques half rolled on top, limp and heavy. 

     A hand caressed its way up to Beth’s neck and pulled her close. He ran his tongue over her mouth, his lips then gliding over hers as they kissed. It was soft and slow, every touch lingering. Sometimes you just needed to not eat up the other person. His tongue only briefly and gently tasted hers, never invading. 

"So you're one of my freaks, hein?" Jacques grinned and handed them their drink as he sat down. Freaks was what he called his fans, quite fondly these days compared to just a few years ago when it had been out of disgust. "To be clear, I'm not an escort." Most of the time.

"Do you know how many friends stayed when I got sick?" Jacques stabbed the chocolate ice cream with a spoon, curled up on the couch in his Pikachu onesie. He had asked muse to come over if only to distract him from negative feelings. So far it had been going so-so. "Two. Pfff."