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01 🩸 the little crow of your lungs kicking
WHO: Joseph Kavinsky, and various CR
WHERE: The White Tower, generally
WHEN: ~2019, at least one fateful night
WHAT: Backdated adventures with the right-hand man of High Chancellor Stark; hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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WARNINGS: NSFW/ish likely, references to violence, trauma, etc.
closed to josh;
WHERE: The White Tower, generally
WHEN: ~2019, at least one fateful night
WHAT: Backdated adventures with the right-hand man of High Chancellor Stark; hit me up at
WARNINGS: NSFW/ish likely, references to violence, trauma, etc.
closed to josh;
[sneaking around with a teleporter is easier than it might be with someone who has different powers. one minute, you're overlooking the matter-disintegrating cosmic radiation fields of the florida peninsula, in a deserted overlook.
the next, you're snaping across a sequence of rooftops, a boy on your arm. snap, snap, snap, a dream thief's hand on your arm, teeth bright with: hello.
many hotels in the white city are utterly ridiculous. this one, they've been to before, and this is no exception: it has mirror ceilings and floor-length closed-circuit aquariums full of fish that seem to be constantly breeding. most of the furniture is black, the walls graduating ombre from deep indigo to lurid red. the bed is huge. most of their fucking takes place on it, giving the bedsprings a proper workout. if you ran a blacklight over this place, it'd look like a biological nightmare.
kavinsky smokes in here because-- of course he does. ash snowing diminutive grey flurries on the bed, blowing rings over the gold horizon of josh's temple.]
This, [he says, holding out the cigarette by way of demonstration, his hollow eyes crinkled into a smile,] I only do with you.
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he thinks maybe he should point out that by kavinsky's own definition, kavinsky himself is his past. something he should have left behind when he began marching in a new direction. the fact that this is a secret, something forced to exist behind the closed doors of hotels and stolen moments at the synod, should be enough to stop.
but it isn't. ]
Yeah. I like that. [ he shuts his eyes and groans at the touch. ] I think I still remember a little Bulgarian.
[ not enough to be useful. bits and pieces, sweet nothings and filthy dirty talk. josh considers for just a moment, enjoying the touch. before his eyes open and he reaches for the globe again, spinning it around until he remembers where exactly he's thinking of. ]
We can cap it off by partying in Ibiza. [ he taps the dot on the map, flashing kavinsky a brilliant grin. ] We can get some disguises, I can de-gold for a bit. Some new memories to send off all the old.
cw drugs
he believes himself to be doing his part: a good host with josh, a dedicated lieutenant to tony, a faithful citizen behind rey, a comrade to hundreds of other residents. what more could he want, really?
besides ibiza. josh can see it plainly: his face lights up at that.]
That, [he says, pausing on josh's foot massage to poke the map overhead. ibiza.] sounds dope. I'll make you your own custom magic x.
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[ so long as they don't stand out they can get away with it, he's sure. hiding in plain sight should be easy enough so long as they're hanging out in the right areas and he isn't immediately recognizable.
he leans forward to steal a kiss, grinning against his lips before he leans back on his elbows. give him a second and he'll bring up a list of clubs. ]
How's that for a real vacation?
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[fucking you specifically, says the waggle of kavinsky's brows. but then he's above saying that out loud now. he smoothes his thumb up josh's shin, up to his knee, shaping his fingers around the cap of it, even as he raises the mutant's whole leg up onto his shoulder.]
AI, map us a course, [kavinsky instructs the computer. he adds a few other parameters: stops lasting only 36 hours at most, one-way turbo-powered flights, no stops. kavinsky studies the screen just long enough to see an itinerary start to piece itself together, then returns his eyes to josh.]
You know I'm just fucking with you a little, about the past. I don't mind. I know you don't like the way the present or the future looks. [see! for a heartless capitalist— and not an actual boyfriend, he's a better boyfriend than he's ever been in any world.]
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Dude, I know it gets under your skin. [ he meets his gaze, quirking one pale eyebrow. ] It gets under mine too.
[ he glances above them, at the path being lain out. ]
I'm no leader. Like, I shouldn't be doing what I'm doing. But the others... [ are too 'innocent'? 'sheltered'? 'naive'? none of those describe them in the slightest. he shakes his head, letting the thought trail off. ] So I just keep looking behind me to try to figure out what mistakes to avoid... and I keep taking too much on myself because healing is the only thing I know I do good.
[ a beat. ]
Other than sex. I'm pretty good at that. [ especially fucking the enemy. maybe he should've tried crawling into stark's bed. ]
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Honestly, it probably makes you-- [he almost says, like tony stark but thinks the better of it,] good at leading people. Even if it don't come naturally. Besides, everybody likes a reluctant leader. Ain't that half the books we read?
[kavinsky lets josh's leg skid down his arm. he crawls up closer, the sheet bunching between their groins as he squeezes up between josh's thighs.]
I just think of your history like it's your other tragic love. [a beat.] I dunno. One of five. Three. However many. Remember when we read Pride and Prejudice in school? [in this world, kavinsky actually did the reading.] 'I have the utmost respect for your nerves. They've been my constant companion these twenty years.' That's me and your past.
[and with that, kavinsky whisks the sheet out from between their bodies.] You ever been to Ibiza?
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[ josh snorts. he was far from a dedicated student, though between david, laurie, and kavinsky himself he'd managed to squeak by and actually get a diploma. ]
And nah. [ he spreads his legs invitingly. ] Always wanted to.
nsfw indefinitely
[kavinsky rubs his fingers down josh's sides, his hips. gives his dick a friendly pump, but then he's busy grabbing the mutant's butt. greedily watching how the gleam of josh's strange, glowing skin folds in the light, under his fingers. the unimaginable physics of it.
yes, nerdy.]
What's 'always?' [kavinsky stoops down, stealing a kiss. planing his hands up josh's thighs.] Even before your mutation showed up?
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[ its an oldie here in the year 2020. not something that a twenty-something year old should've been blasting on the radio he was thirteen and smoking in his bedroom. but that's the miracle of timelines.
the walking fingers turn to gently scratching his nails along his back, leaving tingles in their wake]
It made it seem like a good time.
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he snacks off two more kisses with these loud, unabashed sticky sounds, his tattooed fingers winding through the white locks of josh's hair. subtle shivers going down his sides. the idea is to command all of josh's attention, at least for awhile. until he has to go back to real life. kavinsky's good at that; he makes dreams.]
Here or the shower?
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[ he's got it, hands sliding down to palm kavinsky's bare ass as he pulls him flush to him. the subject is changed, focus effectively shifted. its hard to focus on darkness of the world or his own impending existential crisis when sex is immediately before him.
josh is nothing if not a simple man.
his lips stray from kavinsky's, trailing up his jaw to nip at his earlobe. ]
I wanna memorize how you feel.
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You'd think you would've done that by now. It's been a couple years, sweetheart.
[but his finger is already hooking in to find ingress into josh's body, to check if the slick mess down there is still enough not to have to re-up the lube. kavinsky smiles against his lover's eyes, looking for that tiny discreet change in the white-on-white color of it that marks the change of sensation, that adorable little catch in his voice.]
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[ pale pupils dilating in a rush of pleasure, there's a hitch in his breath as those fingers sink home, still ready and all too eager to take him again. ]
Call it dickslyexia.
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I guess it's dicking 101 for you then, sweetheart.
[smack. there's a smart sound when the palm of kavinsky's hand strikes the shiny side of josh's arse, sending a ripple of reflected light through his metallic skin and muscle.] Hey. [the smile spreads across kavinsky's face, sly and bright.] Make me put out enough precum that I don't gotta use lube, will you? We got a vacation to practice for.
[it's a good time, fucking somebody who can make you into a superpowered porn star, with the dignity afforded by privacy.]
Look at me. I want to see your face when you feel it.
[he spreads his hands over josh's hips and bends in. lines his dick up. and that's how they are, in that cinch of passion and powers, talking about a future they have no way of knowing will refuse to arrive.]