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Charles Vane

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[chaz]

[hey no wtf]

why the damn hell not

it's not my fault

if you want me to hear something in your voice why don't you just fucking call

[calicoat]

I'm working. supposed to be, anyway. slow afternoon.

[chaz]

so tell me what you wanted to tell me and maybe your afternoon will get more interesting

》voice

[calicoat]

[ ...fine. But not as a woman!!! ]

I spent some time with your picture this morning.

[chaz]

[oh, hell yes - this was worth calling for.]

I was wondering if you'd gotten any use out of that.

[calicoat]

I have.

[ With a teasing lift in his voice, perfectly pleased with himself. ]

More than once, in fact. Might have inspired me to take to the camera myself.

[chaz]

[hoo boy, that went straight to his dick.]

Oh really. I believe I'm owed a share of that, Captain Rackham.

[calicoat]

Oh, owed, are you? What makes you think that?

[chaz]

You've already got one of mine.

[calicoat]

I thought it was a gift, not a trade.

[chaz]

And I thought you'd be more equitable. Were you hoping to make me beg?

[calicoat]

Beg? No, of course not, I won't have you debase yourself.

Perhaps just ask politely.

[chaz]

Funny - I seem to recall the gift being not so much offered as it was demanded. Without even a 'please'.

[calicoat]

Don't be cross with me because you struck your colors, Chaz.

[chaz]

You son of a bitch.

[(affectionate)

don't fall for it, jack, he's extremely amused by this.]

We could've been trade partners. See if you ever receive another 'gift' from me.

[calicoat]

You want to be partners? That's awfully sweet of you.

[chaz]

I've been told I'm fucking charming. [if you even care.]

[calicoat]

Charm me, then.

[ Just imagine he's batting his eyelashes. ]

[chaz]

[this smartass bitch.





FINE]

I think you have a sexy cock and I want to fucking look at it.

[calicoat]

That wasn't so bad, now was it?

[ It was not charming at all. But they're just teasing, and having fun, so Jack decides to play nice.

His phone chimes with a photo attachment, Jack from his stomach to his thighs, sitting up in bed. He's got his dick in his hand, lewdly stroking his own come all over it. There's streaks of it under his navel, caught in his public hair, smeared on the ring Charles gave him. ]

There you are.

[chaz]

[well if you keep letting him get away with it, how is he ever going to learn his lesson.

don't get him wrong, though - he's very pleased to get what he wanted, to the point that it takes the wind out of him a little to see it open up on the screen in his palm. the ensuing silence is because he's taking some time to appreciate it. and figure out how to save it on his device. (which he does.)]

I wasn't joking. [he draws his lip through his teeth.] You're so fucking sexy, and so's your cock.

[calicoat]

[ Maybe it's a good thing after all that his discipline isn't Jack's responsibility... ]

It is heartening to know you like me for more than just my ass.

[chaz]

Well, it's a close second.

[HE'S KIDDING]

Lovely hands, too. I like the shape of them, and how much of me you can touch at once. I used to watch them glitter in the firelight when I was good and drunk and pleased with you.

[calicoat]

[ Wow, okay...gay, first of all. Second of all, ]

I don't believe I've ever heard you use the word 'lovely' before. For that, I'll put these hands wherever you like.

[chaz]

Must be those reading lessons, already paying off.

[background sounds of him making himself comfortable.]

Bring your lovely hands and the rest of you over here after work. [his bungalow is almost finished. there's a growing pile of old wood in front of the porch.] What are you doing right now?