03 | Text: Marriage of Backstay Sailor Boys

[anotheroldfashioned]

[Someone has heard Rasha's voice, but for Don - well. Loving himself is pretty much par for the course.]

So back in my time we have this thing called the Mickey Mouse club. A whole bunch of kids who sing and dance about Mickey Mouse. He's got a song.

Who's the leader of the club
that's made for you and me
M I C - K E Y M O U S E

And so on, and so forth. he's a talking mouse and he's Disney is amazing. He's pretty damn fantastic. He's not as great as I am but he's still pretty damn good. Where was I.

Anyway this boy band thing for those who are curious seems like the Mickey Mouse club and all of you look stupid in your hats and T-shirts. No class. No style. Nobody has any idea what class or style looks like and the only thing you have to turn to is my era. We defined it.

We peaked in the 60s. I'm at the peak. All there is to it, but I thought I'd provide some insight. Namely that. Children are dumb. And that's what this is.

[OOC: for anyone who wants to find Don, he'll be strutting around in his nicest 1960s cut suit at 100% Thot level 2 clubs flirting with anyone who gets close. Leave some action tags for him.]

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[anotheroldfashioned]

I mean I'm a carnivore.

[He shrugs] My wife would say that all I eat is meat but my doctor was after me to eat more vegetables so I've been-

[Not succeeding.]

Trying.

[He's had rabbit. Which makes this awkward. His dad had taught him how to skin a rabbit. He'd cried.

He shrugs.]

I don't think so. I mean honestly I've got there a goddess of spring here and she seems to be doing fine. Besides, without flower shops guys like me would have nothing to bring home to their wives.

[anotheroldfashioned]

Why kids are stupid?

Why this guy is so good is taking precedence tho.

[herbmixing]

It's all right.

[ What are you gonna do? People love talking down to the young, cute girl amongst cops. ]

I still don't think you're better than Disney, but you're definitely doing better than that guy.

[anotheroldfashioned]

Listen I know guys who worked on the Mickey Mouse Club. They've told me some stories. Especially after the strikes...

but thanks. It's appreciated. This place can make a guy feel old fashioned but for some people that might be charming.

You must have a lot of people talking down to you like that. It must be rough.

[prodigalmess]

[ Interesting take on the whole situation, to want to market it. Malcolm files that away. ]

It can, technically, though in that case I might be more inclined to call it gaslighting.

[anotheroldfashioned]

[Gaslighting. One of the darker parts of what Don Draper does for a living but also.]

What's that? I'm not lighting anything on fire I'm not a monster?

[winscenario]

[ Yes, well. Most things don't go like people expect them to but that's life. Don should be used to it-- Jim would be surprised if his life always went along as he expected it to. ]

That's not how it works, Don, [ He chides lightly, sighing. Moving closer, he takes a seat by the edge of the bed next to Don, reaching out to hold his hand, fingers threading together. ]

I like you. I don't care about where or when you come from. You think... differently than what I'm used to, but that's fine. I get it. But I can't do... this. I can't treat this as some kind of transaction. I like having sex with you, and if you want to, we can keep sleeping together, but if you're just doing it as some way to pay me back for whatever I do for you, then I'm out. It's like you feel forced every time you kiss me or touch me, and that just makes it feel wrong. I'm sorry.

[hatejakku]

[ He's still confused, feeling as if he stepped on a line somewhere in that conversation. His earlier thoughts about Don just trying something new are pretty much gone. Something's wrong with him. Or, rather, something's changed him.

Finn just can't figure out if this is a conscious choice or not, but something definitely happened. Maybe at that concert he mentioned?

Whatever the matter, Finn follows him without complaint and glances around the store. ] I guess sharing things are definitely part of happiness.

[anotheroldfashioned]

[His hand squeezes Kirk's and he swallows because the notion that people can care like that. It's not forced. That scares him, it's not forced.

It's not forced with Betty either but that's just how he is.]

...It's not forced.

[He breathes.] I'm a lot of things. I'm a terrible person but I like you next to me. I'd miss you.

And you...you would be okay with that? Even if this wasn't something serious even if...

[He rises and moves to light a cigarette.] You're okay with the fact that I'm a terrible person? You've seen me at my weakest.

You'd be okay with me being me?

[winscenario]

[ Jim huffs a chuckle, raising an eyebrow as he reaches out and plucks that cigarette right out of Don's hands. No smoking now, buddy. ]

You're not that terrible, stop that. And yeah, I'm fine with nothing serious. That's what I'm more used to, honestly.

[ Sort of how he's always been, even before becoming Captain. Just takes a lot for him to even consider anything more serious than a fling, or a friendship with added benefits. He likes Don-- they're friends. And the sex was great. That's it, he's not looking for anything more than that. ]

I wouldn't want you to be anything but yourself. Even if I might still call you out on some things every so often.

[herbmixing]

It's fine. There's nothing I can do about it but prove them wrong. If a guy from the 60s can do better, that's really on them.

[anotheroldfashioned]

[Nobody's ever done that. Plucking his cigarette. Reader's Digest says that they're going to kill him one day. Hell the doctor says they'll kill him and for one moment it's like Jim cares.

And wanting him to be himself. Betty would criticize him. He catches Jim's hand gently. Then he inhales.]

Nobody's ever said that they actually wanted me to be myself.

[His thumb moves along the other man's hand as he holds it.]

...My wife-

[Yes because he has a wife. He stares at him, features bold.]

My wife would say that I have responsibilities. To her. To my kids. You don't know how good it feels to have someone say that they're not going to judge me.

[And he waits because Midge didn't know. Rachel didn't know. And Betty didn't know about them but...

But it is a sign maybe of some ingrained misogyny that Kirk now knows because you don't lie to men. Especially if you're sleeping with them when the occasion arises.

But Angela knows too.]

God I hope I'm not dead. This place seems like some kind of heaven bordering on hell.

[anotheroldfashioned]

Mickey Mouse. Not Mickey the mouse.

And snow white. I mean the guy's got his own little kingdom and if you haven't seen snow white, or the princesses. Whoo boy.

[winscenario]

I don't tend to judge people on much. It's all that free love hippie thing, like you call it, [ he says with a soft little chuckle. ] Everyone is accepted. Even with their weird quirks and peculiarities and different views on things.

[ And yeah, maybe compared to Jim's standards, Don has a very narrow-minded view on women, on sexual orientation, on society at large, but it's not fair to compare. Don's from three hundred years in his past, Jim can understand the difference there. ]

I'm sure you're not dead, [ he assures Don, squeezing his hand and leaning in to kiss him. ] But we can always think of something we can do to check...

[anotheroldfashioned]

[His cock stirs at that and his hips press closer but there's more than just desire and interest now. There's a bit more genuine warmth as he tugs him closer, one hand drawing through his hair, features dark.]

I could get used to this free love thing.

[His hips buck against the other man as he strokes the back of Kirk's neck with a purr. His teeth nip on the captain's lip, gently, always gently.]

How did you have in mind we check that I'm not dead.

[he leans in against his neck, moving to stub out his cigarette.]

[anotheroldfashioned]

Am I doing better?

[anotheroldfashioned]

[There are chocolate bars at the counter and when Don returns he hands Finn one and looks normal.]

Try one of these.

Trust me. If you've never had chocolate this will explain everything.

[He passes one over and opens one himself trying it first...and smiles.]

It's not as good as Hershey but it's pretty good. Tell me what you think?

[herbmixing]

I guess so? The worst you've done is tell me you could prove your skills. That's a lot better than a lame pick-up line.

[winscenario]

[ Jim almost wants to tease Don about that, but as he's more focused on other things now, he decides not to. His smile twitches into more of a smirk at that question, and he lets go of Don's hands, resting them both on his legs so Don will stay seated on the bed where he is, while Jim moves to kneel in front of him. ]

I've got an idea.

[ He palms Don through his trousers, rubbing him between his legs. His other hand moves to the waistband of his trousers, popping the button open, then dragging the zipper down. He tips his head up to kiss Don while doing this, breaking away to start kissing and nipping down Don's neck and across his chest. ]

[anotheroldfashioned]

You should see my coworkers. They make me embarrassed to be a man to be honest.

[He backs up his words with action.]

[anotheroldfashioned]

[Oh. Oh. Hell yeah. He kisses him back and bucks his hips slightly against him because there is nothing Don Draper loves more then getting blown.]

...That feels incredible.

[His fingers tangle through the other man's hair.]

Is this a hand job or a blow job. What do I have to look forward to.

[winscenario]

[ Jim chuckles, both hands tugging Don's trousers a little lower, just enough to uncover the bulge still trapped in Don's underwear. ]

You're not very patient, are you? I'm getting to it.

[ With the path his lips are taking, though, he doesn't know how Don didn't immediately guess where he was going with this. He lingers when he reaches Don's navel, hands resting on his hips, then his head sinks lower so he can nuzzle against his bulge, mouthing at his erection over the fabric of his underwear. ]

[anotheroldfashioned]

[Betty is usually direct. She's giggly. This is slow and good. It's beautiful and he leans back because oh. Oh.

He's never been taken care of like this before by a man. He's surprised at how good he feels, how there's warm energy at his core. He settles back.]

Drag it out for me. Go slow lover.

[prodigalmess]

Have you seen the old - well, not that old for you - movie 'Gaslight'? Ingrid Bergman? It's about a woman whose husband manipulates her into going insane.

That's where the term comes from. It's psychological manipulation, to put it plainly.

[anotheroldfashioned]

I like Ingrid Bergman. I was uh-

I didn't get out to the movies that much as a kid. Unless it was with my



brother.


[Oh god. Adam's death is still fresh in his mind and he was 18. He hadn't run off to war until he was in his 20s.

His throat works.]

He was all about Three Caballeros.

[Adam had wanted to travel.

HE'd never gotten to.

Don had gotten to. Don had been a lot of places.

It's like a gut punch.]