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03 | Text: Marriage of Backstay Sailor Boys

[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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[ Jim quirks an eyebrow on his end at that. Don's attitude today is funny, but still there's something clearly off with him. ]

When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?

I'll be there in a bit.

[ With that he's shrugging on a jacket and heading out the door, stopping along the way to get a nice drink along the way. He knocks on Don's door and waits to be let in. ]

[Don Draper is not the most carved man. He's not a person who works out - normally. Here though he's sort of been forced to accept and seek out lessons that if he doesn't learn how to defend himself he'll probably end up dead. So he's a little more toned, a little more defined, and also in the process of buttoning up his shirt as he leans into the doorframe, hair artfully askew.]

I have an honest question for you.

[ Well, it is quite the sight to have when the door opens, so he wholeheartedly supports this plan of Don's to exercise and practice often. His eyes drift down for just a moment, then he looks back up, smile wide and just shy of becoming an actual grin. ]

I'll try to give an honest answer.

Am I. Gorgeous or pretty.

[He spins.]

Women have spent my whole life telling me that I'm handsome. That I'm gorgeous - I've gotten pretty too.

I've never heard it from a man. I want to know how I look. I want to understand how...men see this kind of thing.

[societal queues are powerful as hell though and he looks a little shy.]

And then. I think I want to listen to you tell me how great I am while I make you scream my name.

More gorgeous than pretty. But yes, you are definitely both, as well as handsome and sexy.

[ His smile twitches in amusement, wondering if that much is enough to satisfy Don's curiosity, or his need for attention. Whatever it is that's affecting him right now.

He steps further into the flat, making sure the door is closed behind him. Then he reaches out for Don's shirt, undoing the buttons he'd been doing up so carefully. ]

I may not be the best guy to ask. I see it the way anyone else sees it, man or woman or anyone else, it really doesn't make as much of a difference where I'm from.

[ His fingers brush up Don's torso once he gets the shirt undone, palms sliding across his chest and over his pecs. ]

Well, I don't know if I'll have much coherence in me to keep talking, by that point.

[That's right.

There is tenderness in his touch as he runs his fingers through the other man's hair shuddering at the touch. He gently cups his cheek, hand sliding down his neck. He could grab or pull. He could be gentle.

He called him handsome.]

...What's that like.

[He pulls him inside.] Just seeing people. Just - seeing how they live their lives without exploiting them?

[He grew up a thief. He grew up exploiting people, surrounded by death and pain. Pressing his forehead to the other man he holds him close.]

Just seeing people?

[ Gentle or rough, Jim wouldn't complain either way however Don decides to go about it. He does appreciate both after all, and the way Don pulls him in close to press their foreheads together makes him smile warmly, heart picking up pace just a hint. ]

I... don't know.

[ He laughs a little at the question, shrugging. ]

I've taken advantage of people before. Used my charm and looks to get what I wanted, without caring about whether I hurt people or not. I grew out of it, though. Grew past that. Guess I've learned to respect that everyone else is just like me-- equals. And I try to treat others the way I like to be treated.

[Something about that makes him angry. treat others the way you want to be treated. He leans in to kiss him. It's a deep hard kiss before he pulls away.]

And how do you want to be treated?

[Because he turns off his emotions when people ask him to face them. With sex. Sex makes people be quiet. sex makes people not ask him about his own defects. Just like Midge. Just like Rachel. He kisses him hard again. The other man has complimented him just right.]

I want to hear you scream my name again. But I want to keep being gorgeous in your eyes.

[He's pulling him toward his bedroom, hands tangled in his hair. His other hand slides downward and it doesn't feel...weird to find a cock there. Which is good it makes him actually laugh as he holds the other man against him.]

[ Jim is a little surprised by the kiss. A little puzzled too, it feels too much like a distraction, but he lets that thought go for now. ]

Fairly. Honestly.

[ No one likes being lied to, do they? He also liked to be treated gently, but that's in a different context. Don isn't being particularly gentle right now, granted, but he doesn't mind that, though he still does gasp at the hand snaking lower to cup him over his trousers. ]

Don-- stop. Okay, hold on, stop. [ He reaches down to catch Don's wrists, stopping them halfway towards the bedroom. ] Are you... feeling alright? Look, I'll have sex with you if that's what you want, but...

[ Something just feels off, and he's worried. ] Did something happen?

I'm fine.

[Why are you asking. Why are you asking this isn't supposed to go like this and that fantastic high is leaving.]

I went to that stupid concert for a client. [He chuckles] Kids don't understand shit but then I heard Rasha sing and I would one hundred percent represent him.

[No except. Okay.]

And you and Angie. You two-

[He breathes and pulls away.] You two came and saved me and I want...I want to pay you back doesn't that make sense? That's how this works.

[Because he cares. It shows on his face and he looks years younger.

He deflates on his his bed, sitting there staring at nothing. Then he looks up at Kirk. His features are a little desperate. He doesn't know that he looks like he needs to hear something.]

...Do you really care about me? Even though I've told you how my time is. Because - You grew out of all the stuff that I make a living doing.

[ 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.

[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?

[ 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.

[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.

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...

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.

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[ Jim's plenty direct himself, but that doesn't mean he likes to rush. He likes to take his time, enjoy ever moment he gets, and unlike their first time together, right now there's no urge burning inside him, so eager to fuck that he can barely savor the moment.

And oh, he plans to savor, alright. ]

Don't worry, Don. I know what I'm doing. [ He flicks his gaze up to meet Don's, winking at him. His tongue flattens against the head of Don's dick, still rubbing and teasing over the fabric of his underwear. ]

Just relax and enjoy. I'll be the one to take care of you, this time...

[He lies back, groaning. He has excellent control and his cock remains flaccid, twitching, like an animal waiting to investigate something new.

He doesn't have to clothes. This is degenerate behavior - he's seen Betty do this for years - they once did this in the theater but this is new and different and exciting and he can be degenerate. He doesn't have to apologize for being bad.

And honestly when Kirk says he wants to take care of him a tender smile crosses his face - like in the early days of all of his relationships. I don't want to fuck this up.

And for once he could believe that thanks to all concerned he could avoid it. Avoid fucking this up. See him, do things. HE wouldn't berate him. And no one back home needed to know.

He let out a low groan.]

That feels so good.

[ Don's dick is still a little flaccid, but that's something Jim can easily fix. Mouthing over the bulge a few more times, hungry and eager, he finally pulls back so he can peel the underwear down too.

He didn't get nearly as close a look, the last time he and Don had sex. And it's been a while, too. So a smile spreads on his lips when he's reminded of how big he is, a faint little fluster spreading across his cheeks, body already thrumming in anticipation, remembering well how good it felt to have Don buried inside him.

Fingers curling around the base, Jim uses his thumb to lift the length, rubbing against the underside as he licks a stripe up to the tip, swirling around the slit before he wraps his lips around the crown, sucking hard. ]

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