xp_logs | Log: Jared & Jean-Phillipe | Go big or go home (Reply)

Jared shows up at Jean-Phillipe's door after a bartending/drinking class and intends to play bi-curious.

Jared softly dropped the bag on the floor and knocked on the door, noticing he had never been on this side of the corridor. He had been thinking about Jean-Phillipe a lot, actually. He had felt bad, not taking him out after offering it. Even though Jean-Phillipe turned out to be gay, he was a fun guy, in Jared's mind. Which is why, for once, he dropped by for a quick visit.

Jean-Phillipe opened the door to the suite, looking dressed down for the fashionable Frenchman. Uncharacteristically, his shirt was short-sleeved, and he was barefoot in worn jeans. Laurie was out for the evening, and he'd been looking forward to an evening in. The curse of being a resident adviser, though, being available and people knowing where he lived. ", Jared," he greeted the bartender. "What can I do for you?"

"Hi, sir", Jared replied, grinning. "The light bulb of my night table died on me last night. You wouldn't happen to have extras?" All this was funny, considering Jared never used the light in his room-only people who read books may need light and a night table. Then, he leaned forward, trying to scan the room. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

"Sir? ?" Jean-Phillipe looked incredulous. "I am reasonably sure that you are around my age." He waved a hand. "And one should only call someone significantly older than them 'sir'." He shrugged. "Laurie is anal retentive enough to have extras of everything, so it is likely. Otherwise, I would ask Kyle." He stood aside to allow Jared to enter the common area of his suite if he desired. "And you are not interrupting. Part of the duties of being a resident adviser. I was merely going to catch up on some television."

"What were you planning on watching? A game? Or maybe ? I heard you people watch that thing..." Jared was just trying to jerk around, being astonished by Jean-Phillipe’s formal behavior. The guy was clearly educated and well-mannered, nothing like a country man. Jared grabbed his bag and walked in the room. "And my roomie Kyle is never home. I'm not gonna search through his stuffs." He reached the table and pulled out of his bag a couple of bottles and shot glasses. "How about a drink, Mr adviser?"

"You people?" Jean-Phillipe gave Jared a glare. "Would you like to fit a few more stereotypes in there while you are at it?" He was stunned enough that Jared was able to get in despite his ire. He raised an eyebrow at the shot glasses. "Do you habitually carry around alcohol with you?"

"Oh... Defensive? I like that..." he said, as he started pouring drinks of different colors in the shot glasses. "And I just came back from a bartending workshop we do with some bartenders from the city... but, yes, I usually carry around alcohol, just in case." While Jared waited for the green layer to settle down on top of the shot, he added: "as for the extra stereotypes, I'd say you're way too well dressed for a night in. You should be wearing sweatpants and a worn-out college t-shirt." Then, he raised the glasses, looking into Jean-Phillipe's eyes: "How about a ?

"Enh, sweatpants." Jean-Phillipe's expressive grunt made his opinion of the garment quite clear. As to the question that sounded like a proposition, he had lived in America long enough to learn about the ridiculously sexualized drink names that existed. Two could play at that game. He moved a bit closer into Jared's personal space and murmured "I think I would prefer a Long Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against the Wall."

Jared hadn’t been used to such cockiness since he moved in. Also Jean-Phillipe’s wit was refreshing. Jared downed his drink and exhaled his alcoholic breath to Jean-Phillipe’s face with a smile. "I would have to take you back to my room for that… I don’t have all my equipment." He laid a hand on the RA’s hip, pulling him closer. "Now you, sir, are one big player, ain’t you?”

"What was the phrase I heard Kyle use watching football the other day?" Jean-Phillipe mused rhetorically. "Ah yes. 'Go big or go home', I believe." He raised an amused eyebrow at Jared's relentless pushing. It was almost like looking at a hetero version of himself in some ways.

"If you think quoting my roommate or football will get you somehow in my pants, well you're totally wrong..." Jared grinned and went back to the table, having a couple of vodka shots this time. "Not saying you can't get anywhere, though..." He winked at Jean-Phillipe and raised the bottle, offering the man another drink.

Jean-Phillipe had the feeling he was going to regret this in the morning, but he took the drink and knocked it back. "And what exactly would your definition of 'anywhere' be?" he asked. He didn't expect much, but it was interesting enough seeing where it went.

"Go big or go home... your words, boy. Not mine..." It was all Jared had to give as an answer. He was already drunk when he walked in the room, and those extra drinks were all it took to have him play with the limits of his comfort zone. By then, the shot glasses always revealed to be too small, and Jared started drinking directly from the bottle. "Come here..."

Jean-Phillipe honestly had no idea what the limits of Jared's power were. He knew that the other man was part of the group the residents tended to colloquially call 'The Untouchables', but that obviously only went so far, given that he could eat and drink and breathe and so forth. Powers questions like that tended to make his head hurt, as fascinating as they were to him. So he leaned in, his eyes watching Jared's, just to see what would happen.

'Whatever', Jared thought. After all, he hadn't had any action in a while. A little fun wouldn't hurt. Thus he leaned in as well, meeting Jean-Phillipe's lips. He was all about playing with his tongue and tongue piercing, but his hands were still on the table. There was no reason to arouse the man that fast.

The tongue piercing was somewhat unexpected from a man like Jared, and Jean-Phillipe abruptly remembered a line from some comedian that Mark had liked to quote. "If a woman has a tongue stud, she'll probably suck your dick. If a man has a tongue stud, he'll probably suck your dick." He felt a brief stab of regret over the way things had turned out with the DJ, and that they hadn't spoken hardly at all since.

Jared felt Jean-Phillipe’s low level of involvement in the kiss and was sort of hurt. “Man, am I such a turn off?! ‘Cause I’m pretty sure a carp would be more into it right now…” That reminded him of freshman year in college, when his roommate Brent had puked all over his shirt, which was so gross that even their RA wouldn’t get anywhere close. He locked Jean-Phillipe between his legs and gave him a frisky look. “So?”

Jean-Phillipe's eyes narrowed slightly. Jared was well past intoxicated, and he was damned if he could figure out what sort of game the party boy was playing. "It is not that you are a turnoff," he said slowly. "It is that I am not sure I am such a turn-on as you are playing me up to be."

Jared sighed and looked aside. "Well this is... awkward." He actually thought he would have been the one to break it off before things got out of control. He was disappointed. "I think I should go now, right?" He was back on his feet, packing his bartending stuffs, except for the bottle of vodka. He went back to Jean-Phillipe, as close as he possibly could and whispered with a smile: "This one's on the house. Next time, it might cost you..."