[A yes or no question shouldn't require so much deliberation. But as the latter is untrue, and the former is too nakedly bold, here he is. It's not even serious, it's...fun. A little exciting, a little nerve-wracking. Very nearly a distraction from everything burning around them.
[Oh. Preoccupied with missing Simon — and brooding over the way they'd burned down — he hasn't given much thought to kissing anyone else. But now he is.]
You know, I thought you'd hang around longer that night.
I got distracted by them telling us to use those bugs to protect Jaskier.
[ And everything that went wrong after that. Jesper himself is not that close to Jaskier, but he's still one of the Cadens family, and he's close to Geralt and Nadine. Jesper's very protective over people.]
Would you be interested in kissing me? Because we can do that in the Horizon any time we want.
[Right, that was a stupid thing to say. Think. Whatever.]
I just meant
I had a good time with you.
[Although now every memory of that night is left charred by what followed, in the way fire catches hold of everything around it, the hour spent with Jesper stays one he wishes he could go back to.]
Really? Like right now?
[Or...something less embarrassingly eager. Fuck, his brain seriously needs a backspace key.]
I'm not busy. A pleasant distraction would be greatly appreciated right now. If you're interested, come to the Crow Club. Hard to miss, it's a seedy-looking club with a giant crow symbol over the door. Meet me there?
[ooc: going away on Sat but we can start something here if you want!]
Wilhelm spends a good minute wondering what he's doing. Until a minute ago he'd never considered kissing Jesper. Well, maybe not never — he's got nice lips, and that's not a conclusion one can arrive at without some measure of imaginary kissing. But never seriously.
Because it's fun to be casual, pigeon, you should try it, Jesper's voice teases from some corner of his memory.
A little fun couldn't hurt. He could definitely use a pleasant distraction these days, which he watches pass by from the disheveled mess of his bed, hardly able to stand up under the weight of everything.
Another minute — this one for smoothing out his nerves enough to reach the appropriate state of concentration — and Wilhelm slips into the Horizon. Passing underneath the giant crow that marks the club's entrance, he glances around for Jesper. He works hard at assembling a casual air with his hands in his pockets.
Jesper's temper has been high, his reaction to all of this was fear (for others) and fury, the first inflaming the second. It's not a good time for him to have people he cares about somewhere he can't protect them. One of Jesper's defining characteristics is his loyalty and drive to take care of his loved ones, which was easier when it was all the Crows and they lived in the same city. The sudden violence and threat of it hanging over everyone made him want to fight, which is why he signed up for the supply run.
But he can be just as happy to move those feelings in a different direction. They both need a distraction. Jesper's definitely thought about kissing Wilhelm, but to be fair, he thinks that about every pretty person he comes across. He likes him though, sweet and soft and interesting, and it was adorable of him to so eagerly respond to the flirting. Not at all as straight as he thought!
The Crow Club is darkly lit and seedy, even here, because Jesper had no intention of changing the ambiance when creating it. Now Kaz shares it since it's his. But the Crow Club also has this energy within it, powerful and intriguing, dark and engaging. It's empty at the moment outside of Jesper himself, sitting in the back booth area.
He looks his usual dashing self in greens, his long jacket slung over the back of the booth so he's less formal. Jesper can tell when someone is in his space, it's his after all, and he whistles from where he's casually lounging at the moment. His smile is instant and cheerful.
"Oi, Pigeon. Come back here. You want a drink?" There is a bar but he can make drinks wherever he wants.
Scoping out the scene, he remembers that Jesper is supposed to belong to a gang. Extracted from the context of their homeworlds, it's easy to forget those kinds of details — whoever you were there, it doesn't matter much here. Wilhelm wonders if this club is Jesper's gang's turf. (Is turf the actual term people use?) If his mom knew that he was slinking around some club sucking face with a boy of questionable background, she'd probably have an aneurysm. Strangely, this thought only makes him more sure of what he's about to do.
Jesper's smile gets one out of him in turn, in the same way the sun spreads warmth. He does hesitate for a snap, pulled by habit toward the seat across from Jesper — but wedging a table between them wouldn't be conducive to the whole kissing thing. Correcting his course, Wilhelm slides in next to him.
"Sure," he answers, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "That would be great."
Now, to remember how to be a functioning person, which he's never really had a firm grasp of in the first place. He's not dressed as sharply as Jesper, but the sweater indicates some effort. He's also not nearly as relaxed, hands knotted in his lap, shoulders straight and stiff.
This is the Dregs' turf, yes. Their beloved club. He never feels more at home than when he's in here. He watches Wilhelm curiously, wondering how he is going to play this. If he sat across from him, it means he needs to unwind more before they get anywhere, but he decides to sit next to him instead, which means he hasn't lost his nerve. Jesper would be fine with either option, he's very good at seducing people who are a little nervous and need a softer hand.
He snaps a finger and a drink appears before him. It's a nice bourbon, a specialty here, and what Jesper himself is drinking. It may be a little deeper than what Wilhelm is used to. "You can change it to whatever you prefer, just need to think about it." This is the Horizon. They can change anything they want, and Jesper doesn't have tight control over it.
He puts an arm around Wilhelm and smiles, gray eyes warm as they look over his pretty face and tight shoulders. Jesper is fine with soothing this sweet pigeon of his and he reaches down to take one of his hands from his lap. He lifts the hand to his mouth and kisses his knuckles gently.
"You don't need to be nervous, love. We aren't going to do anything you don't want." He turns the hand to brush his lips against his palm next, sweet and soothing.
Before he can try his drink, Jesper is plucking his hand up and pressing kisses against it. The gesture might lack the depth it would possess in Simon's hands and lips — everything he did to Wilhelm seemed to have the weight of the ocean behind it — but he won't deny that it feels good. He didn't come here to brood over the boy who wrung his heart out, or to feel guilty for enjoying himself while the world burns. He didn't come here to think at all.
Curling his fingers, he traces Jesper's cheek and jaw as those kisses warm his palm.
"I'm not nervous."
His heart, thudding clumsily in his chest, would argue otherwise, but it's the good kind of nervous. After so many days of raw anxiety flaying him open, crushing his lungs and clattering around in his head, the fluttering feeling filling him now is a breath of fresh air.
To prove his point, Wilhelm cranes his neck — he's not used to doing this with someone so damn tall — to press his lips to Jesper's.
Jesper often needs an outlet when things get too big for him, and his anger has been sustained since it happened. His fear too, for those he cares for in Thorne, even more so than Cadens where the violence already happened. But he can't do violence, not yet, the supply run may end up peaceful, although it will get him out and doing something. Desire though, that's been as much of a comforting outlet as anything else.
It seems his sweet pigeon does indeed know what he wants and Jesper gives a sultry smile when he leans toward him. There are no nerves in him, nothing but a growing warmth and adrenaline that he seeks desperately. This is familiar and good, always. Well, except with Kuwei. That was just weird. He is well past missing Wylan every time a pretty person kisses him. His merchling is long gone now. Jesper focuses on the people he's with, like now.
He kisses him back with confidence, releasing his hand to dive long fingers into Wilhelm's hair. He caresses through the strands but holds the back of his head to keep him firmly where he is. The first kiss is chaste but lingering, and as soon as it breaks, Jesper leans in for more and this one is anything but chase. It is warm and direct, his heart racing, his tongue running aginst Wilhelm's lips in a request to be let in. He wants to explore his mouth, taste him to see if he is as sweet as he suspects.
Wilhelm is still in that state of heartbreak where he thinks he'll always compare everyone he kisses to Simon, and autumn will always be an ache because falling leaves remind him of falling in love. He still has to keep up the caution tape in his mind to keep himself from trespassing into memories of him. But Jesper, warm and so sure of himself that it's infectious, is easy to sink into. As their lips move together and Jesper's fingers weave in his hair, Wilhelm lets everything else shrink away. He lets himself be suspended in now.
There's a moment, in that initial break, where his eyes flutter open and he's almost thrown off by the not-yet-familiar landscape of Jesper's face. Just as fast, he dives back in. His fingers trail down the side of Jesper's neck, trace his shirt collar and buttons. His lips part for him, welcoming the warm glide of his tongue, goading him with a flick of his own. A soft sigh curls in the back of his throat.
Funny, how even ten minutes ago he couldn't have predicted that this was where the day would lead him.
Jesper felt like that in the start, although it was easier because the lovers he took were so vastly different from Wylan. Mat is far more like him, Rhy reminds him of Nina, and while Wilhelm does remind him of Wylan a great deal, he's known him long enough to separate the two easily. When he kisses Wilhelm, he isn't thinking about anyone else but him, although he also is pretty easy-going about being a warm body when someone is in need. At times, that's all he needs himself.
Jesper likes the touch of Wilhelm's fingers against his skin, his sweet lips, the eager way he invites him into his mouth. And Jesper doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, to expertly explore him, his free hand dropping down to his knee, caressing a thumb against his lower thigh comfortably. He keeps kissing him until they're both out of breath and when he comes up for air, his lips just travel across Wilhelm's cheek. His hand in Wilhelm's hair tilts his head to the side and he kisses his neck gently.
He realizes where they are though and only then does he lift his head, gray eyes soft and bright. "There's a room over there." He nods his head toward Kaz's room, which is currently empty, and he will just have to gamble on it continuing to be. "Just to be clear, I'm happy to kiss you, love, but anyone can walk in on us here looking for me." Jesper is popular, there's a high chance of that.
He smirks though. "Unless you like that sort of thing." Hey, some people are into being watched. He doesn't judge.
With Simon, they'd stumbled through all of this for the first time together. It was a sort of unchartered territory they were trying to map, and he'd loved every second of it, every little discovery. But those stubborn memories make it that much more obvious that Jesper knows exactly what he's doing. His tongue slipping into his mouth smooth as silk, thumb soothing the hinge of his thigh, loosening him; his hand directing the angle of his head to expose the slope of his neck, lips melting against the skin there. Wilhelm gets lost in it.
By the time Jesper pulls away, he's half-forgotten how to speak. He tinges pink as he realizes that the room, although empty at the moment, isn't exactly private. Of course Mr. Popularity over here must receive visitors all the time.
"No," he answers emphatically, poking Jesper's chest with both pointer fingers. That's for the exhibitionism comment, of course. Wilhelm can honestly think of next to nothing that's less appealing. His gaze flicks to the room Jesper indicated, and his lips curl into a shy grin. "Yeah, let's...let's do that."
Standing, he remembers the drink he never tried. Might as well take a sip now — it's not that he has any doubts to chase away, but a little extra confidence never hurts.
Jesper does have visitors regularly, he is friendly and outgoing and the Crow Club can be entertaining for new people. He also goes out and about and sees other people. This is also the space that Kaz and Inej are often in, so there's that. He laughs when Wilhelm pokes him in the chest, he would have been shocked if Wilhelm was into that honestly, but he is being playful.
He waits for Wilhelm to take a bit of liquid courage. The drink is heavy but also tastes good, he made sure to get something he thought Wilhelm would like. He's a good host! He was just more focused on kissing him than drinking. Jesper smiles and curls his fingers in the front of Wilhelm's shirt, dragging him in the direction of Kaz's room. It's a simple and dark room and Jesper wisely creates a little sign for the door. Busy, go away it says, with a little smiley face on it. If Kaz sees it and yells at him later, oh well. It wouldn't be the first time.
Jesper pulls Wilhelm toward him the moment the door is closed. If it was anyone else he might be a little more aggressive, but he is still being gentle with this sweet boy, and sometimes that is exactly what he wants. Jesper is almost half a foot taller than Wilhelm so when he sits on the side of the bed and tugs him closer, it makes them more on the same level.
"You are in so much trouble, I can't believe you didn't come onto me at the party, I could have snuck us behind a tree to kiss." Jesper's being playful and he leans up to kiss him again, smiling against his lips.
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Date: 2022-10-05 12:00 am (UTC)And insane.
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Date: 2022-10-05 03:23 am (UTC)So tell me about it, oh brave and handsome hero.
[Haha jk except not jk.]
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Date: 2022-10-06 01:45 am (UTC)Are you flirting with me, Pigeon?
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Date: 2022-10-06 04:14 am (UTC)After a long pause:]
Only because you started it.
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Date: 2022-10-07 03:44 am (UTC)You know, I thought you'd hang around longer that night.
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Date: 2022-10-07 04:21 pm (UTC)[ And everything that went wrong after that. Jesper himself is not that close to Jaskier, but he's still one of the Cadens family, and he's close to Geralt and Nadine. Jesper's very protective over people.]
Would you be interested in kissing me? Because we can do that in the Horizon any time we want.
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Date: 2022-10-12 03:16 am (UTC)I just meant
I had a good time with you.
[Although now every memory of that night is left charred by what followed, in the way fire catches hold of everything around it, the hour spent with Jesper stays one he wishes he could go back to.]
Really? Like right now?
[Or...something less embarrassingly eager. Fuck, his brain seriously needs a backspace key.]
I mean, if you're not busy.
You're probably busy.
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Date: 2022-10-12 04:12 am (UTC)[ He's laughing. So eager! His favorite. ]
I'm not busy. A pleasant distraction would be greatly appreciated right now. If you're interested, come to the Crow Club. Hard to miss, it's a seedy-looking club with a giant crow symbol over the door. Meet me there?
[ooc: going away on Sat but we can start something here if you want!]
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Date: 2022-10-13 02:48 am (UTC)Because it's fun to be casual, pigeon, you should try it, Jesper's voice teases from some corner of his memory.
A little fun couldn't hurt. He could definitely use a pleasant distraction these days, which he watches pass by from the disheveled mess of his bed, hardly able to stand up under the weight of everything.
Another minute — this one for smoothing out his nerves enough to reach the appropriate state of concentration — and Wilhelm slips into the Horizon. Passing underneath the giant crow that marks the club's entrance, he glances around for Jesper. He works hard at assembling a casual air with his hands in his pockets.
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Date: 2022-10-13 02:59 am (UTC)But he can be just as happy to move those feelings in a different direction. They both need a distraction. Jesper's definitely thought about kissing Wilhelm, but to be fair, he thinks that about every pretty person he comes across. He likes him though, sweet and soft and interesting, and it was adorable of him to so eagerly respond to the flirting. Not at all as straight as he thought!
The Crow Club is darkly lit and seedy, even here, because Jesper had no intention of changing the ambiance when creating it. Now Kaz shares it since it's his. But the Crow Club also has this energy within it, powerful and intriguing, dark and engaging. It's empty at the moment outside of Jesper himself, sitting in the back booth area.
He looks his usual dashing self in greens, his long jacket slung over the back of the booth so he's less formal. Jesper can tell when someone is in his space, it's his after all, and he whistles from where he's casually lounging at the moment. His smile is instant and cheerful.
"Oi, Pigeon. Come back here. You want a drink?" There is a bar but he can make drinks wherever he wants.
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Date: 2022-10-14 03:50 am (UTC)Jesper's smile gets one out of him in turn, in the same way the sun spreads warmth. He does hesitate for a snap, pulled by habit toward the seat across from Jesper — but wedging a table between them wouldn't be conducive to the whole kissing thing. Correcting his course, Wilhelm slides in next to him.
"Sure," he answers, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "That would be great."
Now, to remember how to be a functioning person, which he's never really had a firm grasp of in the first place. He's not dressed as sharply as Jesper, but the sweater indicates some effort. He's also not nearly as relaxed, hands knotted in his lap, shoulders straight and stiff.
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Date: 2022-10-14 05:39 pm (UTC)He snaps a finger and a drink appears before him. It's a nice bourbon, a specialty here, and what Jesper himself is drinking. It may be a little deeper than what Wilhelm is used to. "You can change it to whatever you prefer, just need to think about it." This is the Horizon. They can change anything they want, and Jesper doesn't have tight control over it.
He puts an arm around Wilhelm and smiles, gray eyes warm as they look over his pretty face and tight shoulders. Jesper is fine with soothing this sweet pigeon of his and he reaches down to take one of his hands from his lap. He lifts the hand to his mouth and kisses his knuckles gently.
"You don't need to be nervous, love. We aren't going to do anything you don't want." He turns the hand to brush his lips against his palm next, sweet and soothing.
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Date: 2022-10-17 08:52 pm (UTC)Curling his fingers, he traces Jesper's cheek and jaw as those kisses warm his palm.
"I'm not nervous."
His heart, thudding clumsily in his chest, would argue otherwise, but it's the good kind of nervous. After so many days of raw anxiety flaying him open, crushing his lungs and clattering around in his head, the fluttering feeling filling him now is a breath of fresh air.
To prove his point, Wilhelm cranes his neck — he's not used to doing this with someone so damn tall — to press his lips to Jesper's.
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Date: 2022-10-23 01:25 pm (UTC)It seems his sweet pigeon does indeed know what he wants and Jesper gives a sultry smile when he leans toward him. There are no nerves in him, nothing but a growing warmth and adrenaline that he seeks desperately. This is familiar and good, always. Well, except with Kuwei. That was just weird. He is well past missing Wylan every time a pretty person kisses him. His merchling is long gone now. Jesper focuses on the people he's with, like now.
He kisses him back with confidence, releasing his hand to dive long fingers into Wilhelm's hair. He caresses through the strands but holds the back of his head to keep him firmly where he is. The first kiss is chaste but lingering, and as soon as it breaks, Jesper leans in for more and this one is anything but chase. It is warm and direct, his heart racing, his tongue running aginst Wilhelm's lips in a request to be let in. He wants to explore his mouth, taste him to see if he is as sweet as he suspects.
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Date: 2022-10-23 06:47 pm (UTC)There's a moment, in that initial break, where his eyes flutter open and he's almost thrown off by the not-yet-familiar landscape of Jesper's face. Just as fast, he dives back in. His fingers trail down the side of Jesper's neck, trace his shirt collar and buttons. His lips part for him, welcoming the warm glide of his tongue, goading him with a flick of his own. A soft sigh curls in the back of his throat.
Funny, how even ten minutes ago he couldn't have predicted that this was where the day would lead him.
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Date: 2022-10-23 09:15 pm (UTC)Jesper likes the touch of Wilhelm's fingers against his skin, his sweet lips, the eager way he invites him into his mouth. And Jesper doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, to expertly explore him, his free hand dropping down to his knee, caressing a thumb against his lower thigh comfortably. He keeps kissing him until they're both out of breath and when he comes up for air, his lips just travel across Wilhelm's cheek. His hand in Wilhelm's hair tilts his head to the side and he kisses his neck gently.
He realizes where they are though and only then does he lift his head, gray eyes soft and bright. "There's a room over there." He nods his head toward Kaz's room, which is currently empty, and he will just have to gamble on it continuing to be. "Just to be clear, I'm happy to kiss you, love, but anyone can walk in on us here looking for me." Jesper is popular, there's a high chance of that.
He smirks though. "Unless you like that sort of thing." Hey, some people are into being watched. He doesn't judge.
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Date: 2022-10-25 02:32 am (UTC)By the time Jesper pulls away, he's half-forgotten how to speak. He tinges pink as he realizes that the room, although empty at the moment, isn't exactly private. Of course Mr. Popularity over here must receive visitors all the time.
"No," he answers emphatically, poking Jesper's chest with both pointer fingers. That's for the exhibitionism comment, of course. Wilhelm can honestly think of next to nothing that's less appealing. His gaze flicks to the room Jesper indicated, and his lips curl into a shy grin. "Yeah, let's...let's do that."
Standing, he remembers the drink he never tried. Might as well take a sip now — it's not that he has any doubts to chase away, but a little extra confidence never hurts.
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Date: 2022-10-25 02:46 am (UTC)He waits for Wilhelm to take a bit of liquid courage. The drink is heavy but also tastes good, he made sure to get something he thought Wilhelm would like. He's a good host! He was just more focused on kissing him than drinking. Jesper smiles and curls his fingers in the front of Wilhelm's shirt, dragging him in the direction of Kaz's room. It's a simple and dark room and Jesper wisely creates a little sign for the door. Busy, go away it says, with a little smiley face on it. If Kaz sees it and yells at him later, oh well. It wouldn't be the first time.
Jesper pulls Wilhelm toward him the moment the door is closed. If it was anyone else he might be a little more aggressive, but he is still being gentle with this sweet boy, and sometimes that is exactly what he wants. Jesper is almost half a foot taller than Wilhelm so when he sits on the side of the bed and tugs him closer, it makes them more on the same level.
"You are in so much trouble, I can't believe you didn't come onto me at the party, I could have snuck us behind a tree to kiss." Jesper's being playful and he leans up to kiss him again, smiling against his lips.
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