Time Just Keeps On Turning [Jay] {MATURE}

[Captain John Hart]

"Surely if you had an animal, you'd want to be the one to eat it?" he asked, sounding quite mystified. And he was, really. Humans were odd, "Why want someone elses sloppy seconds?"

He hadn't eaten cow. He'd eaten pizza. And chips occasionally. And an orange after spending half an hour playing catch with it around the hub, until Jack told him what it was. He liked oranges. He liked banana's as well, but Jack hadn't let him near them annoyingly.

He peered past him, leaning to the side to avoid having to stand on his tip toes to look over his shoulder. He could always push him out the way, but he was being polite. Sort of. Perhaps. He hadn't worked that bit out yet. But quite probably he was being polite.

"Ohh, very swanky, Snake Eyes. I like."

Then he did slip past him, and into the room, turning around as he looked around. It was nicer than downstairs. And he could smell alcohol. That was probably the only reason he ever stayed in a hotel. Free drinks, and a free bed if the person who'd taken him home was staying there.

[Lord Jay De Lacy]

"...je ne sais pas. I don't know. Are humans possessive like that?" he questioned, knowing that they always seemed possessive about their partners, and seemed quite annoyed when he flirted with them, which was something that he'd never understood, but they had all sorts of old fashioned ideas.

He closed the door behind him, kicking his boots off by the side of the door. Not because he was being polite or worried about getting the floor dirty, but because there was a big fluffy rug and he liked to walk over it without his boots on.

"Only the best. Make yourself at home, but don't destroy anything."

That was a reasonable warning to give to a Time Agent, he thought. He didn't want the room to get blown up, when it was such a nice room.

"Want a drink?" he added, walking through into the bedroom to where the mini bar was.

[Captain John Hart]

"Yep. Humans are ridiculously possessive. They seem to think saying 'I'm married' means you can't flirt with them. Which is stupidly idiotic."

Oh, he knew marriage was a bonding ritual. But there were much stronger ones out there, but marriage was the common one on this planet and then there wasn't even anything stopping you from getting with someone else. And yet humans got all upset when their parteners did. It was stupid.

But hey, most marriages were probably a mistake. He'd woken up married to his executioner once. That had been slightly odd.

"I only destroy ugly things. This room's too nice," he said with a grin, before turning, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk, "Are you actually offerring, or is that just a way of getting me into the bedroom?"

[Lord Jay De Lacy]

"Oh, I know. Well, not in France so much."

It had been different, then. Flirting with somebody's wife could get him challenged to a duel, but sometimes there would be no problem. He thought that was probably because marriages were about money, which made perfect sense to him. People married to get more money and that was all, and then had other relationships outside the marriage. That was one of the reasons why he'd quite liked France, because it made a lot of sense to him.

But, he knew that humans did get very uptight about relationships, even in this century, where he'd have thought they'd be less violent about it. If their partners were going to wander off with somebody else, then clearly it wasn't as solid a relationship as they'd thought. He wasn't the one stealing people.

"I'll take that as a compliment." he said, and then smirked slightly "It was a serious offer. Do I need to coerce you into the bedroom?"

[Captain John Hart]

"Well, I wouldn't know. Only been to Wales really."

Except the ancient city trips. People there hadn't really minded either. Everyone took what they could, and marriage was more like a business deal than anything else. But that fact had been collected over several trips to different places. And different times. So it probably wasn't reliable, but it made sense, anyway.

"No," he said with another shrug of his shoulders, "Hey, I'll come willingly. But coercing can be fun, don't you think."

He smirked, walking past him, and spotted the drink cabinet. So headed to that, humming under his breath.

[Lord Jay De Lacy]

"You'd love France." he said confidently, since he had, and he was sure that anybody else who went would have to.

Though to be honest, he wouldn't have stayed so long if he hadn't been stuck there. It would have been a nice holiday, but that would have been it. He would have left earlier, and maybe wouldn't have found out most of the things that had made him like the place so much. Though that didn't make him want to settle down any more than before he'd been there.

"Oh, definitely, sometimes." he grinned, opening up the oak doors to the drinks to have a look through what there was.

Wine, beer, spirits, and snacks as well. Slightly posh ones, posh chocolate truffles and things. That was nice. One of the bottles of wine was open, since he'd offered a glass to the luggage boy.

[Captain John Hart]

"Couldn't face it. Need the rift," he said absently, grabbing the open bottle without a second thought and lifting it to his mouth, leaning against the cabinet as he drank.

Wine wasn't bad. Wine was actually better than most other alcohol this planet had. Except maybe vodka. Although, vodka and wine mixed was quite tasty. He remembered that from his Getting-Drunk experiment. When he'd started seeing fishes when in the police station. Earth alcohol was odd.

"Uh huh," he nodded once he'd lowered the bottle, now just over half empty, and licked his lips, "But most things like that are wonderfully amusing. Almost as much fun as the sex itself."

[Lord Jay De Lacy]

"Or you could do what normal people do, and go on the train." he suggested, not very seriously, because there was no way that he'd do that when he still had a fully functioning vortex manipulator.

He waited until John had lowered the bottle, taking it from his hand and taking a deep, prolonged gulp, which wasn't very classy. But he didn't care. It was his wine, and his room, and he could do what he wanted. He'd had it from a glass when the other man had been here, but he was... probably trying to coerce him into the bedroom, yeah. Fair point.

"They can be. Although over-extended foreplay gets a little dull."

Such as the type in the past where flirting was expected to last for months of fleeting glances and dances at balls.

[Captain John Hart]

"Never been on a train. Been on a plane. Are they similar?"

They didn't have trains where he'd come from. But he'd been born in a giant spaceship-colony, so that wasn't suprising.

He wached him, pouting a little at the loss of the bottle, because a little bit more wouldn't have hurt, but watching him drink was pretty. And John appreciated pretty things, so didn't try and nick it back.

"It's amusing to be inventive," he said with a small shrug. Foreplay wasn't that dull, not really, and he was inventive. He'd been stuck in a timeloop with Jack for five years. Boredom had emerged after the first few days. He'd had to be inventive.

[Lord Jay De Lacy]

"Planes fly. Trains go along on tracks. The one to France is underwater."

He'd never been on it, because it hadn't been built when he'd been in France, but he knew about them, vaguely. But still, using the vortex manipulator was much better.

He watched John watching him, running the tip of his tongue around the inside of the bottle neck as he drank, licking in a slow circle where he knew it was visible.

"Inventive is a good thing."

It was when he was expected to wait for ages for something that the other person clearly wanted, just for appearances sake. He'd had to do a lot of coercing then. Well, not that much. Most people seemed to sway to his logic quite easily.

[Captain John Hart]

"A train underwater? How odd."

But not unheard of, obviously. There had to have been trains beneath the water on earth in his time. It was space to build, after all.

"Ohh, yes..." he murmered, his tongue unashamedably mimicking his, watching with. And not bothering to hide it, because that was a human thing. "I have to say I agree..."

[Lord Jay De Lacy]

"Clever, though."

Jay understood why people from England would want to get across to France as quickly as possible. France, to him, was still much better than Britain. Even though there were some good points that he liked about it. He didn't know if there were any other underwater trains, though they had some in the air. Monorails and things.

He tightened his lips around the rim of the bottle, pushing his tongue into it with almost a thrusting motion as he allowed the wine to flow back over his tongue and into his mouth. Holding the bottle to his mouth until he'd drank at least half of the liquid that was left, he pulled it slowly away with a last run of his tongue around the edge of it, tilting the bottle towards John.

"You want?" he inquired, with a suggestive smirk, licking his lips.

[Captain John Hart]

"I'm amazed these primative humans could think of such a thing." Humans were odd. Very odd. But apparantly quite clever. How annoying.

He watched him, tilting his head slowly to one side, his lips pursed. And then licked his lips, his tongue flicking quickly as he watched them. Oh, that was nice. Bottle porn. He'd never seen that on this planet really.

"Oh, I do..." he grinned, looking directly at him rather than the bottle. Although, some more wine could be nice. He did like wine.

[Lord Jay De Lacy]

Jay actually thought that the humans in the past were very smart. Sure, they hadn't worked out how to travel in time, and they had all of these silly ideas and rules which he was very glad had died out by the time he was born, but he doubted that the civilisation of the century he had lived in would have survived without the past as a foundation.

"I thought you might."

He grinned, holding the bottle to the side, taking a step towards him to put very little space between them, before tilting his head right back to gulp deeply from the bottle again, with a visible swallow, before lowering the bottle after another sip, resting it on the top of the cabinet, his mouth still full of wine. Leaning closer, he curved his fingers around the back of John's head to press their lips together, his own lips closed so that he didn't spill any of the wine.

[Captain John Hart]

"Am I that easy to predict?" he asked innocently, flicking his tongue over his bottom lip just before their lips joined.

Mm, wine tasting lips. So yum. He moaned slightly, licking eagerly at his lips, wondering whether he could taste the wine more through the kiss. Or drink the wine. He quite fancied some more wine. Bu the kiss was nice as well, and it meant he was no longer thinking about stupid things. Just kissing.

He stood on tiptoe, lifting his hands up to grip his biceps. It was oddly soft. That was...odd.