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“me?” he trills with an incline of his head, blinking back at the frustrated party they’d left behind. maybe the man had thought he’d had a chance at a threesome, poor sod. not that jagger had blamed him. “nah, never. i don’t do jealousy – my eyes are green enough. your little friend looked about ready to physically pry my body away from yours though. i wasn’t about to let anyone’s hands touch me who didn’t know how to do it right.” jagger’s voice is at its standard purr and he hovers close enough at vincent’s side that his breath puffs out against the shell of his ear. when jagger isn’t speaking, he’s listening intently. he may value himself far above others but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to treat someone to their fair share of his rapt attention, especially someone who has proven to deserve it.
“you didn’t even have to blow anyone?” he blanches rather loudly, earning them several turned heads and a surprisingly positive response flashed in the eyes of the eavesdroppers despite the crudeness of jagger’s words. “no trip is worth putting your mouth on some wrinkly micro dick, please take that as a life lesson from yours truly. i don’t care how good whatever you’ve earned makes you feel afterwards, it’s not worth that. now if he’s young and hot, eh, i say go for it, but that’s if and only if you aren’t so lucky as to run into me first.” his eyes glittering charmingly and he has only to raise a finger to get two drinks placed in front of them, not that he’s about to let vincent get further intoxicated. as he takes a generous sip or two from the nameless drink, he gives vincent a hooded look, smirking around the rim of his glass. “is that so? what, you worried about my performance? i can assure you, it takes more than a drink or two to keep me sidelined.”
“I wouldn’t have let him near you, don’t worry,” Vincent laughs. “You may not do jealousy, but I do sometimes.” He’s feeling strange right now, because Jagger is so fucking close to him and Vincent can’t shake that frantic need for physical contact that whatever was in his body was causing. A very small part of him still feels some sort of inhibition, however, and he knows better than to jump his friend right then and there.
He laughs - loudly - at Jagger’s advice. “Gee, thanks, dad.” He pauses, processing that for a moment before snorting. “Daddy,” he corrects himself, practically giggling at his own cleverness. “Ok, ok, no wrinkly dicks. You’d think you’d wanna discourage me from sucking dick for drugs at all, but that’s why I fucking adore you.” He shakes his head. “I don’t do that, though. Only you. And I’d do that for free.”
He snatches the other drink off of the bar, taking a rather significant drink out of it before Jagger can even think to stop him. He’s having fun, why stop now? “Oh, I know,” he says after slamming the glass back on the bar. “Sometimes you’re almost too... up for it.”
