[It's not remotely the strangest or most unreasonable request someone has made to him during sex. It's not even the first time someone has made that specific request. (Even though, in his opinion, there's nothing wrong with his voice and people who claim that it's squeaky are clearly incorrect.)
So he remains silent as he swirls his tongue around Jacob's crown, then slides his lips all the way down until the tip of his nose brushes the hairs at his groin, then returns back up to repeat the maneuver a few times.]
[He's quiet, but clearly pleased, digging fingers into his hair. Jacob lets oblivion take him again, lets the world fade around him so he doesn't have to think or move or dream. He can exist in this moment of pleasure until, with a shudder and a groan, he pulls his hair as a warning, giving him that much courtesy, before he finishes.
And then it's over and he's back to himself, fucking hating it.]
[Norton shrugs.] I suppose because you didn't dare me to when you were a temp.
[He stands up, knees a bit more creaky than he'd like, and settles himself back on the settee. His trousers are feeling uncomfortably tight, but he can ignore than for now.]
I expect the chances of any further serious conversation tonight is well and truly blown...no pun intended.
To be honest, most of the time I'd rather stick my head in an oven than talk about feelings. But I need the Admiral deal.
[Norton doesn't see the need to pretend that there's no self-interest motivating him as a warden. And he suspects Jacob would respect honest self-interest more than a pretense of altruism.]
Right now, though, I'm more inclined to just get sozzled and watch a film if you're keen.
[The port can wait. Everything can wait. He just wants to sit here, get exceptionally drunk, and pretend like he's not here on the Barge. Pretend that the outside world doesn't exist."
Not for me. [Which is just as well since the erection he acquired sucking off Jacob is thankfully starting to go down.]
Sometimes I think it would be nice to be a blonde bombshell. But sometimes I think it's a marvel she doesn't punch every man she meets. Or maybe that's just me projecting my teensy desire to do damage.
I can never actually do it though. Punch people. I don't have it in me. Not unless it's a real fight. I'm more about getting other people to punch people for me.
[He finishes his gin and tonic and pours himself another.]
Well, if it's a choice between punching someone or getting hurt or murdered, of course I'm going to punch someone. And my old warden let me hit him, but that was different because he offered. It was very cathartic, actually, but can't be recreated. Kaz was special.
Hmmm, I probably do, but like I said, I don't think it can be recreated. He was good enough that I could go at him with everything I had but never actually hurt him, and he'd fight back fiercely enough to give me something real to fight against, but somehow in such a way I always felt perfectly safe even when he was hitting me back.
[Norton sighs wistfully. And has another sip of his drink.]
He was a very good warden. I'm afraid I can't live up to his standard, although if he were here he'd say something terribly insightful that would reassure me. I suppose we all have our strengths. His was punching people, and mine is blowjobs.
He asked me once what would make me happy. What would make you happy?
I don't believe that at all, but I'm troubled that you do. Of course, I always believed I deserved a happy ending even though I probably did not. But that's because I don't like letting other people, or fate, have the last word regarding my life.
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Don't talk. Ruins the fucking mood.
[Because he can't imagine Norton as anyone else if he talks.]
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So he remains silent as he swirls his tongue around Jacob's crown, then slides his lips all the way down until the tip of his nose brushes the hairs at his groin, then returns back up to repeat the maneuver a few times.]
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And then it's over and he's back to himself, fucking hating it.]
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Good?
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Yeah. Good.
[He does take a long drink to finish the glass, trying to get himself out of his own head.]
How come I didn't get this treatment as a temp, huh?
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[He stands up, knees a bit more creaky than he'd like, and settles himself back on the settee. His trousers are feeling uncomfortably tight, but he can ignore than for now.]
I expect the chances of any further serious conversation tonight is well and truly blown...no pun intended.
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Yeah, I think that chance is fucked.
[Pun certainly intended.]
Not that I am real keen on talking shit out with you.
[But at least he's not - angry. Not at Norton, at least. His posture reflects that now. Even his tone stays a little teasing.]
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[Norton doesn't see the need to pretend that there's no self-interest motivating him as a warden. And he suspects Jacob would respect honest self-interest more than a pretense of altruism.]
Right now, though, I'm more inclined to just get sozzled and watch a film if you're keen.
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[The port can wait. Everything can wait. He just wants to sit here, get exceptionally drunk, and pretend like he's not here on the Barge. Pretend that the outside world doesn't exist."
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[Nothing about war, nothing about trauma, nothing too deep since they'll be drunk. He decides on The Seven Year Itch.]
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What'd you pick?
Marilyn? [He raises his glass.]
Sinful.
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Sometimes I think it would be nice to be a blonde bombshell. But sometimes I think it's a marvel she doesn't punch every man she meets. Or maybe that's just me projecting my teensy desire to do damage.
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Sure there's lots of people who deserve to be hit in the face.
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[He finishes his gin and tonic and pours himself another.]
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What's the difference in a real fight and not?
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And now you don't need it?
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[Norton sighs wistfully. And has another sip of his drink.]
He was a very good warden. I'm afraid I can't live up to his standard, although if he were here he'd say something terribly insightful that would reassure me. I suppose we all have our strengths. His was punching people, and mine is blowjobs.
He asked me once what would make me happy. What would make you happy?
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He hates the question even more.]
I don't get to be happy. Not really in the cards for me.
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I had my duty and once I fulfilled it, I was done.
You've read my file.
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It passes the time.