Jay and Jean-Paul

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Jay investigates Jean-Paul basking on the dock.



There really hadn't been much available in the way of sunlight for a few days, and the sight of a completely clear sky that had persisted into afternoon made up Jean-Paul's mind for him. He put on a swimsuit that passed the public decency test and took himself, a beach towel, and a book down to the dock on the lake, where he stretched out for a bit of long overdue sun worship.

There suddenly came a gust of wind followed by converse touching down on the dock, causing it to bob lightly in the water. His landings hadn't been practiced well enough but there was a very careful efficiency when he did land that didn't have Jay stumbling forward to catch his balance. Easily, his balance was grabbed the moment he landed though his wings arched back to compensate that, folded but stayed out because he didn't plan on staying long.

"Yanno, this sorta thing kinda sends out a message that you've gone all loopy. Ah reckon you ain't that old, so you aint ready to be put out to the pasture yet."

"I thought I heard buzzards circling overhead." Jean-Paul smirked, but didn't open his eyes. "And what am I doing that is causing you to worry for my mental health?"

"Oh Ah dunno," Jay said casually, kicking a stone off the dock. "Just lying in the sun, in the freezin' cold like it's the fourth o' July." He didnt feel the cold much either but then Jay also didn't have any inclination anymore to walk around with very little clothing on as possible. He was still not comfortable with the external spine.

"That is all? Oh, Jay. You got my hopes up so." Jean-Paul sat up and stretched a little. "It has been a while since I courted skin-cancer, that is all. There's not enough cold to bother me and I don't have to vie with swimmers for possession of the dock this time of year."

Where Jean-Paul stood up, Jay sat down on a post at the edge of the dock, lifted the flat of his converse on the sides, perched, using his wings for balance. "Too bad Ah don't have control of water. Good timin' to throw a couple o' gallons at you."

"There are other ways to get men to chase you aside from goading them into trying to strangle you." Jean-Paul lay back down and rolled onto his side, facing Jay. "This is especially important to keep in mind when they can actually catch you. Just thought I would point that out."

He was about to say he sort of liked being a bit dangerous with the strangling part but that was too close to the truth and instead, he let that little quip drop. "Just cause you're faster don't make you smarter," said the southern American to the Montreal Canadian.

"I also seem to be lacking in the 'being chased by men' department. All very depressing, non? No wonder I am lying here and waiting for scavengers."

"Well hangin' around the mansion, waitin' for somethin' to walk in queer, nude and ready ain't gonna happen. Hate to break it to ya." He smirked. "Ah reckon you'd be good in a shakespear play huh? Being all like that, waitin' desperately."

"I would make do with 'well-dressed, bisexual, and willing to be convinced'." Jean-Paul shrugged. "I plan to see what the city has to offer this weekend."

"Ah reckon there's a lotta that at Silver. Yanno, Ah don't mean to be a bad cliche," because yes, he loved to sprout cliches all the time. "But Ah bet cause you're lookin', you ain't gonna find what you want. Yanno? Just a bad lay and bad breath the next mornin'." Not that he was one to give advice.

Jean-Paul laughed quietly. "Thank you for the thought, Jay, but if all I wanted was to get fucked, I could very easily have that itch scratched. Trying to date? That is frightening and complicated. Is it any wonder I'm hiding out here and flirting uselessly with men at least ten years too young for me?"

"Like Ah said, just cause yer faster don't make you smarter," he chuckled. "C'mon, at least ya don't look like me."

That earned Jay a wicked grin. "Ah, but you are up-front, while I look so nice and normal until you get in close. Even so, one could do worse than to look like you. That is not a face that is hard on the eyes."

Jay snorted. "Ah got chaffing worse than sandpaper so don't tell me all about being up close n' personal. So you gotta little mental damage, who doesn't? You're Jean-Paul Beaubier for godsake" he leaned back, crossing his arms. "What are you lookin' so hard for?"

"Excellent question. Get in touch with me after the weekend and I'll let you know if I've found it."

"If this is what Ah get to look forward to at thirty, put me outta mah misery now. You need better hobbies," he shook his head, stretching his wings back a fraction. "Or better standards. One of 'em."

Jean-Paul stretched out on his back again, arms folded behind his head. "I need to stop engaging in hermitage for years at a time. It is such a bother reconnecting with the world."

Jay grinned. "Well when yer done reconnectin' with the world. Gimmie a call."

"Whatever it takes to keep you from blocking my sun."