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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Yeah. Carry it for the rest of my damn life.

[He's not talking only about the tags. But they're a weight around his neck, a reminder that his survival was only at the sacrifice of another. The weaker man's sacrifice was Jacob's salvation. The same thing Jacob is doing for Joseph.]

[pharadyne]

Do you have regrets?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

For Miller? No. I did what I had to. What God asked of me, or whoever the fuck is running things. To survive.

[pharadyne]

I think one can regret something while still believing it was the best course of action at the time. I regret what I did to survive in Ashenden, but I wouldn't change it. It was wrong, but it was also necessary.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I don't regret it.

[It comes out in a snap.]

Drop it.

[pharadyne]

Okay, if you insist. [He raises his hands in surrender, ceding the conversational victory to Jacob.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Jacob settles back again.]

Good. Was there anything else?

[pharadyne]

Not really. Unless there's anything you'd like from me. [He's not in a hurry to leave, has no where else to be, and would rather be with company than not. But he has no reason to stay either unless Jacob wants him to.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He leans back on the bed, the pillows against his back.]

No. I was going to watch my show in fucking silence. C'mon.

[He takes out his phone and holds it up, inviting Norton to join him if he wants. The screen is small, but still able to play the wildlife show he's seen a dozen times.]

[pharadyne]

[Norton does few things in silence, and watching any sort of show or film is not one of those things. So Jacob is going to be subjected to bursts of commentary, observations, and quips throughout. To his eyes, Alaska looks a lot like Montana. There are tall mountains and endless forests and large mammals and it all looks so much less domesticated than even the most rural parts of England. He wonders if that's the appeal for Jacob.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Jacob doesn't mind the chatter. As long as he can get away with a few grunts of acknowledgement or short answers, he's happy enough. But he does let Norton know that he's right. He likes these shows because he wants to be there. If he can't be in nature, he'll do this.]

Be easier if I had a TV or DVD player.

[Which is a pointed hint...]

[pharadyne]

Gosh, I wonder how you could get one of those. [He hears the hint loud and clear but is compelled to be a bit of an arse.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

You want me to beg?

[He switches the episode.]

[pharadyne]

No, begging doesn't suit you.

Although I will point out that I routinely ask if you want anything and this is the first I've heard about a television. You can ask me to do things without it being begging. Plenty of very butch people have asked me to do things for them in a manner that was not at all like begging.

Anyhoo, I'll ask the Admiral for a television and a..Dee-Vee-Dee player. Also in a commanding, not begging sort of way. I think the Admiral likes it when I'm a bit forceful.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

No, it's just the letters. You don't have to draw them out. DVD. Three letters. But a portable one. [He got the idea from Astarion's. He can watch his shows anywhere he wants.]

I didn't want anything like that until now.

I'm losing my goddamn mind.

[pharadyne]

Cabin fever? We should have a port coming up soon. In the meantime, I'll ask for a telly and the letters-thing for you.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He nudges him gently.]

Sounds good. Now you can get out.

[sixfeetofdirt]

[NSFW continuation from this thread!]

"Good," Astarion sighs, voice low and thick with pleasure now. He's getting harder under the warm weight of Jacob's hand. "That's what I want. I want to be the only thing you can think of, right now."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Ain't just right now."

He doesn't stop his hand, his other arm still protectively around him.

"You're always a goddamn distraction."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Oh?"

He laughs thickly, hiding his face against Jacob's shoulder.

"So terrible for you, darling. Is it becoming a problem?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He breathes him in, enjoying the moment. "Yeah. It is. You're a damn nuisance in my head all the time."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Would you prefer it if I hide myself away from you?" He's hard under his clothes now, one hand gripping an armrest as he squirms in his seat.

"Confine myself to my chambers, or sneak around keeping constant watch for you, in case my mere presence makes trouble?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah," he mutters, then deftly opens his trousers, sliding his hand inside to coax him out. "That's what you gotta do. But then I won't be around to keep you in fucking line."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion shivers as Jacob's hand closes around bare skin, hitching up his hips in a needy little thrust.

"Is that what you think you're doing, darling? Keeping me in line? Acting as my rigid taskmaster?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah, real rigid," he snorts, slowly moving his hand along his cock as he turns to kiss him.