there is no doubting that his vessel would have been much more welcoming towards jay in this exact circumstance and it went along with the many reasons why his workplace was very much off-limits to francis when he had the reigns. the archangel didn’t have many things that were solely his. places. people. objects. to have a connection with one like francis meant sharing was necessary when it came to almost everything – but they’d come to several agreements over the passing centuries to keep each other sane and happy.
arguments still happen, though. for example there have been several in regards to jay himself – in the things he ingested while the archangel wasn’t looking. francis was an enabler of bad behavior. a human with his own vices and demons that played too well with jay’s, it seemed. his own dislike for poisonous substances wasn’t a secret – and while he was more than capable of laying a healing, sobering hand on someone when it was needed … he’d much rather avoid the very need to begin with.
to recognize that jay is sober is pleasing for many reasons. the urge to reward the fighter is terrible and only fueled by the words comfortably filling his office. jay knows what language to use around him to get what he wants, knows how to get results.
things like ’i missed you,’ ’baby,’ and ’spend some time together’ have his chest warm and unseen feathers fluffed with pleasure that also tints his cheeks. it’s almost impossible to scold about crawling through his damn window when jay has him feeling adored. wanted.
he’s losing the argument faster than what should be possible.
“if you’re implying i wear shorts of any kind at any point, it’s not happening.” even his final barb doesn’t sound convincing – not with his fingers already back to touching, this time to trace lines of a tattoo absently. “though dinner could be nice if i can convince you, somehow, to wear a shirt.” really, he’s too fond, and he knows it’s showing too easily but restraint continues to fail. “… do you really want me to take some time off?”
most would’ve quickly warned zad to keep away from jay -- that he was nothing but bad news and a storm of self destruction. even jay couldn’t deny it but he also couldn’t deny how good it was to have someone in his life that was stable. someone who could be a port in the storm that was jay kulina. what most wouldn’t know is that zad brought out a different side of jay and while he was still his usual playful self, he was more grounded with zad’s presence. he didn’t even think of the plethora of vices he could be indulging in while he was with him.
maybe zad, in a way, was a vice all on his own.
“ heeeeeey! you’ve got nice legs! ” he put his hand on the back of zad’s thigh and went down over the back of his knee to his calf, offering an appreciative squeeze there. “ pants really have no place on a beach, lemme tell you. ” the beach was one of jay’s favorite places because it was his own. it wasn’t his father’s gym where he had to wonder how he’d disappoint the elder kulina today.
a smile tugged at jay’s lips when it seemed like zad was taking his bait. “ a shirt? i do recall what that is. ” he teased playfully, “ i could even wear a shirt with buttons, if it tickles your fancy. ” jay used his fingers to tickle the back of zad’s knee. “ i do.. if you can spare the time for little ol’ me. ” zad was responsible and unlike francis, didn’t cater to every whim jay had. so, he’d respect the decision if zad said no but have no doubt, there would be pouting involved.
jay took zad’s hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, which was his way of being a gentleman and not just pulling zad onto the couch with him. “ so? what do you say, baby? ”
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