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Jake & Jean-Paul - Sunday Morning (Backdated)
Jake and Jean-Paul run into one another, banter ensues... and then they realize they're being followed. A hasty getaway is called for - luckily, JPB's really good at doing things fast.
"That," Jean-Paul said, pointing at the danish Jake was eating, "It is indecent." More, the way Jake was eating it was indecent, but the Quebecois supposed specifying that much would be overkill. It was enough to put the term 'indecent' in the air where Jake was concerned.
Taking a sip of his Americana, Jean-Paul stepped lightly to the left to let a harried looking woman carrying four coffees in a tray walk ahead of them and out of the coffee shop, then tucked the paper-wrapped book he'd purchased earlier a little more firmly beneath his arm. It wasn't necessarily the most valuable book, but it was one he liked a great deal and it was difficult to find in hardcover these days.
"Indecency is my middle name," Jake replied, lifting the danish and licking along one of the stray trails of jelly along its side. "I told you that you should have bought one. They really are worth the four-dollar price tag." Not that Jake ever worried about price tags. If he couldn't slip it past one Remy Le'Beau, well, there were other expense reports to be submitted.
Jean-Paul snorted. "Non, your middle name is Joshua. And no danish is worth four dollars, I think. I could make a danish for less and it would be as delicious." Technically, Pilsbury could make a danish, but that was neither here nor there. Jean-Paul had gotten very good at following cooking directions. "Also," he reached over, using a bit of superspeed, and snagged a small piece of the danish, careful to make sure he twisted his hand just right so he didn't jerk the whole thing away from Jake. "I am very good at thieving." He popped the bite of pastry in his mouth and chewed appreciatively, then took another sip of coffee.
"Yes, but you didn't offer to make me a danish. They did." Despite Jake's expert skills at guarding his food, superspeed still won out. So he settled for the usual exaggerated sigh of affectation. "Help yourself..." he said, momentarily waving the pastry between them before pulling it back to himself. "And you obviously don't have a handle on bakery inflation."
Grinning, Jean-Paul set his expression into something resembling innocence. "Be careful, or I will thieve more of your danish and you will have to go back for a second."
"Idle threats," Jake replied, generously extending the danish toward Jean-Paul. "If you want your threat to carry any weight," he explained, "You need it to be something the subject doesn't already want to do."
Jean-Paul tore off another piece of danish and turned to see how far they were from the coffee shop now. He could always go back for another, after all. He caught sight of a man who'd been behind them in the line for coffee, suppressed a frown, and turned forward again. "If you go back for a second danish, that lovely young man who smiled so nicely at you, he will think you are flirting."
"And would that bother you?" Jake asked, his normal response voicing first. Secondary cautions took over, though, and he started glancing around at reflections in storefront windows. His final conclusion ended in a "fuck," all the more pronounced when he tossed the final bites of danish in the corner trashbin as they waited for the crosswalk light."
"I think it would not bother me so much, non," Jean-Paul said, keeping his tone light even as he turned his attention to the people surrounding them. It was a busy street, but he was a flight capable speedster and it was highly unlikely that whoever the man behind them was would be able to keep up with him if he decided to go somewhere else. And there was certainly no way they could know he'd be taking Jake with him if he went.
Dropping his voice after throwing his unfinished coffee in another bin, Jean-Paul switched to French and leaned in so Jake could hear him when he said, "There's another to the right. He was ahead of us at the shop and now he's making his way over."
"Merde" Jake swore, switching to their common tongue. "Any chance they're on you?" Jake barely waited a moment before continuing. "These bastards just don't give up."
The situation called for seriousness, but Jean-Paul couldn't help the slight smile that tugged at the corners of his lips even as he moved the book he'd purchased from beneath his arm and into a large pocket sewn into the inside of his jacket. "I think not. You're so much prettier than me." He tracked the man on the right via his reflection in a window as they passed it, then reached over and briefly touched Jake's wrist with two fingers. "Remember when we flew? This'll only work once, probably, if they're as bad as you think they are. On three?"
"Hardly," Jake replied, his lips barely moving before he froze entirely. Well, his face at least. His feet kept moving at the same pace as Jean-Paul. "I can't ask you to do that. You'll be marked with them forever." He glanced around, looking for some other outlet. "I can run into one of these stores and try to come up with another face."
"You aren't asking," Jean-Paul said, glancing skyward to make sure their exit would be unhindered by pesky things like overhangs and balconies. "I'm offering. And finding yourself a new face will take too long. Who's to say they won't follow you and corner you in the dressing room or something?" It wouldn't take much digging to find out that he and Jake had been together, since neither of them had really been subtle about it. Add to that the fact that they'd already been seen together and... Jean-Paul didn't see that removing them both from the situation would cause him any more trouble than he was currently in. "So, again. On three?"
Jake glanced around the vicinity again, then back at Jean-Paul. "Bon," he finally nodded before starting to count off. "Un... deux..."
"Trois," Jean-Paul finished, using his superspeed to step a few feet ahead of the younger man. Then he turned so he was facing Jake and stopped walking entirely. This was all done so quickly that the people around them on the busy street didn't even have time to register that he might be interrupting the flow of foot traffic. Making sure he had a firm hold on the metamorph at the waist, he put all his concentration into getting them off the ground and then... they were airborne.
Gravity tried harder than usual to keep Jean-Paul earthbound, but he won that small argument, then put on a burst of speed and headed southwest for a few moments.
Jake caught his breath as they took off. Yes, definitely as they took off, certainly not at all due to Jean-Paul's arm being around him. The thought was gone quickly, though, and the reality set back in. He cautiously peered past Jean-Paul at the ground beneath him. A few people were obviously startled at the sudden take off. Others obviously trying to pretend nothing happened. And the men following them quickly ducked into buildings or alleys and vanished. "Someone's going to be pissed," he commented.
"And they will have learned their lesson, I think," Jean-Paul commented, back to the ground as they leveled out for a moment. He needed to get them far enough away that the men who'd ducked into alleys wouldn't be able to easily find them. Beyond that, it was all just a question of how far he felt like flying.
Raising his chin so he could look back and see where they were going, he kept the course easily. "You will need to be more careful in the future, Jake."
"That," Jean-Paul said, pointing at the danish Jake was eating, "It is indecent." More, the way Jake was eating it was indecent, but the Quebecois supposed specifying that much would be overkill. It was enough to put the term 'indecent' in the air where Jake was concerned.
Taking a sip of his Americana, Jean-Paul stepped lightly to the left to let a harried looking woman carrying four coffees in a tray walk ahead of them and out of the coffee shop, then tucked the paper-wrapped book he'd purchased earlier a little more firmly beneath his arm. It wasn't necessarily the most valuable book, but it was one he liked a great deal and it was difficult to find in hardcover these days.
"Indecency is my middle name," Jake replied, lifting the danish and licking along one of the stray trails of jelly along its side. "I told you that you should have bought one. They really are worth the four-dollar price tag." Not that Jake ever worried about price tags. If he couldn't slip it past one Remy Le'Beau, well, there were other expense reports to be submitted.
Jean-Paul snorted. "Non, your middle name is Joshua. And no danish is worth four dollars, I think. I could make a danish for less and it would be as delicious." Technically, Pilsbury could make a danish, but that was neither here nor there. Jean-Paul had gotten very good at following cooking directions. "Also," he reached over, using a bit of superspeed, and snagged a small piece of the danish, careful to make sure he twisted his hand just right so he didn't jerk the whole thing away from Jake. "I am very good at thieving." He popped the bite of pastry in his mouth and chewed appreciatively, then took another sip of coffee.
"Yes, but you didn't offer to make me a danish. They did." Despite Jake's expert skills at guarding his food, superspeed still won out. So he settled for the usual exaggerated sigh of affectation. "Help yourself..." he said, momentarily waving the pastry between them before pulling it back to himself. "And you obviously don't have a handle on bakery inflation."
Grinning, Jean-Paul set his expression into something resembling innocence. "Be careful, or I will thieve more of your danish and you will have to go back for a second."
"Idle threats," Jake replied, generously extending the danish toward Jean-Paul. "If you want your threat to carry any weight," he explained, "You need it to be something the subject doesn't already want to do."
Jean-Paul tore off another piece of danish and turned to see how far they were from the coffee shop now. He could always go back for another, after all. He caught sight of a man who'd been behind them in the line for coffee, suppressed a frown, and turned forward again. "If you go back for a second danish, that lovely young man who smiled so nicely at you, he will think you are flirting."
"And would that bother you?" Jake asked, his normal response voicing first. Secondary cautions took over, though, and he started glancing around at reflections in storefront windows. His final conclusion ended in a "fuck," all the more pronounced when he tossed the final bites of danish in the corner trashbin as they waited for the crosswalk light."
"I think it would not bother me so much, non," Jean-Paul said, keeping his tone light even as he turned his attention to the people surrounding them. It was a busy street, but he was a flight capable speedster and it was highly unlikely that whoever the man behind them was would be able to keep up with him if he decided to go somewhere else. And there was certainly no way they could know he'd be taking Jake with him if he went.
Dropping his voice after throwing his unfinished coffee in another bin, Jean-Paul switched to French and leaned in so Jake could hear him when he said, "There's another to the right. He was ahead of us at the shop and now he's making his way over."
"Merde" Jake swore, switching to their common tongue. "Any chance they're on you?" Jake barely waited a moment before continuing. "These bastards just don't give up."
The situation called for seriousness, but Jean-Paul couldn't help the slight smile that tugged at the corners of his lips even as he moved the book he'd purchased from beneath his arm and into a large pocket sewn into the inside of his jacket. "I think not. You're so much prettier than me." He tracked the man on the right via his reflection in a window as they passed it, then reached over and briefly touched Jake's wrist with two fingers. "Remember when we flew? This'll only work once, probably, if they're as bad as you think they are. On three?"
"Hardly," Jake replied, his lips barely moving before he froze entirely. Well, his face at least. His feet kept moving at the same pace as Jean-Paul. "I can't ask you to do that. You'll be marked with them forever." He glanced around, looking for some other outlet. "I can run into one of these stores and try to come up with another face."
"You aren't asking," Jean-Paul said, glancing skyward to make sure their exit would be unhindered by pesky things like overhangs and balconies. "I'm offering. And finding yourself a new face will take too long. Who's to say they won't follow you and corner you in the dressing room or something?" It wouldn't take much digging to find out that he and Jake had been together, since neither of them had really been subtle about it. Add to that the fact that they'd already been seen together and... Jean-Paul didn't see that removing them both from the situation would cause him any more trouble than he was currently in. "So, again. On three?"
Jake glanced around the vicinity again, then back at Jean-Paul. "Bon," he finally nodded before starting to count off. "Un... deux..."
"Trois," Jean-Paul finished, using his superspeed to step a few feet ahead of the younger man. Then he turned so he was facing Jake and stopped walking entirely. This was all done so quickly that the people around them on the busy street didn't even have time to register that he might be interrupting the flow of foot traffic. Making sure he had a firm hold on the metamorph at the waist, he put all his concentration into getting them off the ground and then... they were airborne.
Gravity tried harder than usual to keep Jean-Paul earthbound, but he won that small argument, then put on a burst of speed and headed southwest for a few moments.
Jake caught his breath as they took off. Yes, definitely as they took off, certainly not at all due to Jean-Paul's arm being around him. The thought was gone quickly, though, and the reality set back in. He cautiously peered past Jean-Paul at the ground beneath him. A few people were obviously startled at the sudden take off. Others obviously trying to pretend nothing happened. And the men following them quickly ducked into buildings or alleys and vanished. "Someone's going to be pissed," he commented.
"And they will have learned their lesson, I think," Jean-Paul commented, back to the ground as they leveled out for a moment. He needed to get them far enough away that the men who'd ducked into alleys wouldn't be able to easily find them. Beyond that, it was all just a question of how far he felt like flying.
Raising his chin so he could look back and see where they were going, he kept the course easily. "You will need to be more careful in the future, Jake."