[Jay isn't his boss. Doesn't control him, however he may be considered an investment - the deal's a mutual exchange. Still, he's humored. And for all they've spoken, Cain's started to look forward to their conversations. It's a strange, slow, adaptive attempt at the trust they discussed last time.
He doesn't waste time. Evening is cooler outside, so the journey doesn't have him too overheated by the time he reaches the coordinates and looks around for a familiar face.]
( definitely isn't cain's boss, but he doesn't rise to the bait. jason waits outside the shop, leaning back against the corner wall as he waits for cain to show up. his shoulder's bandaged pretty heavily under his shirt, enough that the gauze sticks out--and if cain looks close enough, he'll be able to make out the telltale sign of concealer covering all the bullshit gone wrong with his face. the swollen bits that makeup couldn't cover. )
Yo. ( a greeting, before he leans away from the wall and gestures for cain to follow him. )
[An eye trained to spotting injuries has little difficulty with Jason's whole mess, though the only indication of recognition comes in a raised brow. He's surprised to be led immediately away from the shop, but he's quick to follow on those heels.]
What, not gonna stop for a smoothie? Kinda hungry myself.
[As though he's the smoothie type of person. That's a joke.]
( cain follows, so jason isn't that concerned over it. he knows where he's going, and leads them off towards an apartment complex. it's not the best but it isn't the worst, either--a good in between. and takes cain to the elevator, gestures for him to get inside of it. )
[A non-question as soon as the apartment complex comes into view, and Cain wears his expression of exaggerated surprise all the way onto the elevator. It morphs into a shit-eating grin.]
If I knew you were gonna take me home, would've dressed nicer. [It's a lie, but a playful one.] This your place?
Nope. ( popping the p between lips as the elevator starts to rise, and jason slouches back against the wall. it's a fair ways up, they have a bit of time before they're able to get off. ) And it's not that kinda visit. I know you're real into my ass, but you're not gonna get it.
( a beat, before he tilts his head towards cain. raises a brow with a small smirk growing on his lips. ) Not today, at least.
[Mirroring that slack posture against the wall, Cain's arms cross over his chest, skin bare from shoulder to wrist-length gloves due to the extreme heat. The remark earns a cat-like narrowing of dark eyes, and a look that travels from Jason's boots up to the shape of his smirking mouth.]
Now you're just messing with me. [Yes, he's made no secret of the physical attraction inspired by that first interaction they had in the club - Cain wouldn't have approached him if it wasn't there. And he's pushed, half out of pursual of chemistry and half from reignited bad habits.
But that almost sounded like a give. Cain's not really sure he buys it, even if it's made the quiet elevator ride more entertaining.] Don't lead me on if you're just gonna blueball me later.
( he doesn't get propositioned like this often. more often now than he had back home. it's--intentional but not at the same time. jason's rough attitude is meant to push people away. but even under that, he's not a great person. isn't meant for relationships, doesn't want to open himself up even if it's just for a quick fuck. it'd lower his guard, and he's not down for that.
with loki, it's different. )
I'm not a booty call kinda guy.
( the elevator stops and jason steps out, waits for cain to follow after him before heading towards casa asgardian. )
And even if I was, you wouldn't want it. Trust me. ( he's a monster. a better monster than the more disgusting ones, but still a monster. not to be trusted, not to be liked. jason knows where he stands. accepts it. ) 'sides, I got someone here.
Guess I don't see it as that big a deal. Sex isn't complicated.
[Cain's arms uncross and he follows, brow raised at Jason's back as that information's digested. He's not necessarily the first person Cain's propositioned, but it's his first attempt widely sober and in control of all the faculties of his mind. Not that he's upset (or even surprised) to be shot down - it's an area they differ, however Cain initially read it.
Never mind that the return to promiscuity may be just a way to erase the whole previous chapter of his life. He's not about to fucking reflect on it. Either way, it's easy to move past and focus on his surroundings.]
So is that what this is? Gonna introduce me to your special sweetheart?
Sex isn't. But it leaves you vulnerable. ( open. unguarded. and that's the thing: jason has an extreme distaste for anything that puts him into a compromising position. he knows what it feels like, to be weak. to have enough openings for someone to push through and take advantage of. he's not going to go for it again. ) You don't know jack shit about me. I could have diseases. I could be into choking people out, could die you up to a goddamn mattress and get to work flaying flesh off your bones. Could be a rapist, waiting for you to trust me enough to tie you up in my basement, cut off your communications, and leave you stranded.
( if jason really wanted to do any of that, he's had several openings already, is making another right now. but that's really not the point. )
And I don't have a special sweetheart, just someone. ( but the front door unlocks to jason's implant, and he steps aside to let cain in. it's--a nice studio apartment. two largeish beds up on the top floor with dressers beside them, the bathroom downstairs, a kitchenette and a living room-ish area with a (well used) couch. ) Who's at work.
[All of those things are true. It's not like he needed Jason to say them. And it's not like he's being too careless, there's a knife tucked into his boot if he really feels like he's walking into something sour - but none of those flags have raised, and he's good at picking up on that shit. He trusts his instincts.
Whatever, if he gets his skin flayed off, he deserves it for being stupid.]
Really making a good case for getting me to trust you, Jay.
[Cain steps in the door with a quick scan of the lit interior.]
Your 'someone' is at work? Wow, that's domestic as fuck. They know you brought company over?
Who said I was trying to get you to trust me? ( he did, kind of. but he's also not in the market for misleading cain--much. flirty banter is kind of their thing. his, dick's--it's a coping mechanism. a distraction technique. but he's not going to go so far as to keep it up when cain's downright asking, so.
the door closes behind cain and jason makes his way towards the kitchenette. sits himself down on one of the barstools, gestures towards the fridge. there are beers inside it (of course), a few containers of leftovers. )
's not my place. I wouldn't let you in unless I told 'em first.
( so maybe loki knows. )
But I don't have one, so this's as close as it's going to get. You ever need something you don't want to say shit about over a network that I'm guessing Morningstar can stalk, come find me here.
[He makes a line for the beer. Funny if he thinks about it, that he's yet to actually buy Jason a beer as was first promised, and instead is bumming them the other way around. It's not even intentional. Although he's since replaced the two bottles they shared in the warehouse, if Jason checks.
Claiming one of the other barstools - heels hooked into the rungs - Cain looks over the apartment.]
You don't have one, but you're staying here with your steady fling, got it.
[Worn-in couch gets a glance.]
So whose place is this, if I'm gonna be crashing in here on the lam someday? [He doesn't plan to, but the offer's presented.]
It's not like that. ( it kind of is but isn't really. jason's not going to argue it any harder, because he knows his argument is weak. and the deeper he gets into it the more the holes are going to start showing. christ. he should probably. either have an(other) actual discussion with loki or bail and move on. )
Loki, and Thor. Hard to miss. Thor's massive--blond hair, blue eyes. Loki's 'bout my height. Dark hair, bright green eyes.
( also that's his couch cain, you get the floor. )
[Likes to talk in riddles, to make Cain work through pieces of conversation, and normally that would frustrate him. He hates mind games. But Loki's never twisted the games enough to piss him off. He wonders if their stint against the UNA will get back to Jason -- well, not that he's got any shame for what he did. They got out alive and saved a family.
Thor isn't one that sounds familiar. He surveys Jason.]
( there's a moment where jason stops. twitches a brow up as he keeps his eyes on cain. stays quiet--before he's bursting out laughing. it's loud, boisterous. genuine. he has to wrap an arm around his midsection, winces as it strains bruised bits. )
Just 'cause I got someone doesn't mean I'm fucking 'em. ( bowery accent just a tad more noticeable. ) Don't worry 'bout it. Doesn't matter.
( it'd be a lie. not that he's against lying to cain, but. )
's more fun to keep you guessing. ( it's obvious enough. loki and jason fuck around with each other all the time via network. they lean in close in public, although there hasn't been much of that lately--given the newer arrivals and what that means for jason himself. ) You can ask 'em, if you want to.
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just making sure my investments are still functional
( a little worried thank u. )
no broken bones? gunshot wounds?
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your investments still kickin
others got hurt worse
what about you
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you busy?
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meet me here
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( he's. on his way, at least. )
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[Jay isn't his boss. Doesn't control him, however he may be considered an investment - the deal's a mutual exchange. Still, he's humored. And for all they've spoken, Cain's started to look forward to their conversations. It's a strange, slow, adaptive attempt at the trust they discussed last time.
He doesn't waste time. Evening is cooler outside, so the journey doesn't have him too overheated by the time he reaches the coordinates and looks around for a familiar face.]
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Yo. ( a greeting, before he leans away from the wall and gestures for cain to follow him. )
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What, not gonna stop for a smoothie? Kinda hungry myself.
[As though he's the smoothie type of person. That's a joke.]
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( cain follows, so jason isn't that concerned over it. he knows where he's going, and leads them off towards an apartment complex. it's not the best but it isn't the worst, either--a good in between. and takes cain to the elevator, gestures for him to get inside of it. )
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[A non-question as soon as the apartment complex comes into view, and Cain wears his expression of exaggerated surprise all the way onto the elevator. It morphs into a shit-eating grin.]
If I knew you were gonna take me home, would've dressed nicer. [It's a lie, but a playful one.] This your place?
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( a beat, before he tilts his head towards cain. raises a brow with a small smirk growing on his lips. ) Not today, at least.
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Now you're just messing with me. [Yes, he's made no secret of the physical attraction inspired by that first interaction they had in the club - Cain wouldn't have approached him if it wasn't there. And he's pushed, half out of pursual of chemistry and half from reignited bad habits.
But that almost sounded like a give. Cain's not really sure he buys it, even if it's made the quiet elevator ride more entertaining.] Don't lead me on if you're just gonna blueball me later.
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with loki, it's different. )
I'm not a booty call kinda guy.
( the elevator stops and jason steps out, waits for cain to follow after him before heading towards casa asgardian. )
And even if I was, you wouldn't want it. Trust me. ( he's a monster. a better monster than the more disgusting ones, but still a monster. not to be trusted, not to be liked. jason knows where he stands. accepts it. ) 'sides, I got someone here.
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[Cain's arms uncross and he follows, brow raised at Jason's back as that information's digested. He's not necessarily the first person Cain's propositioned, but it's his first attempt widely sober and in control of all the faculties of his mind. Not that he's upset (or even surprised) to be shot down - it's an area they differ, however Cain initially read it.
Never mind that the return to promiscuity may be just a way to erase the whole previous chapter of his life. He's not about to fucking reflect on it. Either way, it's easy to move past and focus on his surroundings.]
So is that what this is? Gonna introduce me to your special sweetheart?
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( if jason really wanted to do any of that, he's had several openings already, is making another right now. but that's really not the point. )
And I don't have a special sweetheart, just someone. ( but the front door unlocks to jason's implant, and he steps aside to let cain in. it's--a nice studio apartment. two largeish beds up on the top floor with dressers beside them, the bathroom downstairs, a kitchenette and a living room-ish area with a (well used) couch. ) Who's at work.
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Whatever, if he gets his skin flayed off, he deserves it for being stupid.]
Really making a good case for getting me to trust you, Jay.
[Cain steps in the door with a quick scan of the lit interior.]
Your 'someone' is at work? Wow, that's domestic as fuck. They know you brought company over?
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the door closes behind cain and jason makes his way towards the kitchenette. sits himself down on one of the barstools, gestures towards the fridge. there are beers inside it (of course), a few containers of leftovers. )
's not my place. I wouldn't let you in unless I told 'em first.
( so maybe loki knows. )
But I don't have one, so this's as close as it's going to get. You ever need something you don't want to say shit about over a network that I'm guessing Morningstar can stalk, come find me here.
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Claiming one of the other barstools - heels hooked into the rungs - Cain looks over the apartment.]
You don't have one, but you're staying here with your steady fling, got it.
[Worn-in couch gets a glance.]
So whose place is this, if I'm gonna be crashing in here on the lam someday? [He doesn't plan to, but the offer's presented.]
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Loki, and Thor. Hard to miss. Thor's massive--blond hair, blue eyes. Loki's 'bout my height. Dark hair, bright green eyes.
( also that's his couch cain, you get the floor. )
Noisy, both of 'em. And stronger than me.
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[Likes to talk in riddles, to make Cain work through pieces of conversation, and normally that would frustrate him. He hates mind games. But Loki's never twisted the games enough to piss him off. He wonders if their stint against the UNA will get back to Jason -- well, not that he's got any shame for what he did. They got out alive and saved a family.
Thor isn't one that sounds familiar. He surveys Jason.]
So which one are you fucking?
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Just 'cause I got someone doesn't mean I'm fucking 'em. ( bowery accent just a tad more noticeable. ) Don't worry 'bout it. Doesn't matter.
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So you're not? That's a waste. [Of Jason, or his mysterious 'other'? Who knows.] So you're not gonna tell me which one it is?
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( it'd be a lie. not that he's against lying to cain, but. )
's more fun to keep you guessing. ( it's obvious enough. loki and jason fuck around with each other all the time via network. they lean in close in public, although there hasn't been much of that lately--given the newer arrivals and what that means for jason himself. ) You can ask 'em, if you want to.
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