prismatica | 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 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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