[PRP] To Catch a Pirate (Jacomus/Casgar)

[Andranis]

How far had he wandered? Jacomus wasn't sure, only that he hadn't wanted to be spotted, but he'd found a door and, intent initially to spend another flight alone with just himself and his hands, he was surprised to find that not only did the door open, but the room was occupied. The last bit of his brain not clouded by the flight lust hummed in approval at the fact he'd found somebody, one of those shreds of him that desperately wanted companionship, others to be around, not just another mark to steal from, not just another hold to sneak out of before morning arrived.

His mouth moved for a moment, slowly processing the pitch and tone of the voice that reached his ears. Male, pleased to see him... And asking a question. He leaned for a moment out the door, looking this way and that down the halls, then turned back to the man he'd woken up, "A bit lost... I'm not... I'm not from this Weyr..."

Vaguely, Jacomus motioned at the ceiling, "My dragon's chasing a gold." He then swallowed, the more ignored fears coming up, perhaps drawn out by the gold flight above, "I'm a bit lonely..." Never mind his damp clothing.

Back in his mind, he was happy he'd taken a bath before Kraketh had declared his intent to chase.  

[Andranis]

Jacomus only nodded, watching the other move. At the suggestion of changing clothes, he remembered that he was still soaked and a bit cold from the rain. He blinked, almost owlishly, before he slowly nodded again. "Yeah, I should... That sounds like a good idea, actually." He tugged at his vest, before it was soon dropped to the floor, followed shortly by his shirt.

A fire... Oh, there was a fire in his veins already, at odds with the chill from his wet clothes. But it was the sort of fire that did little to quell the shivering he only just noticed, and in the dark his eyes found the fireplace. "A fire sounds... Like a very good idea."

He wound up falling over, as he tried to hop out of his shoes, full of water as they'd gotten. Why had he stood watching Kraketh take off after that gold? What had possessed him to do such a stupid wherry-brained thing? His toes were probably all wrinkled up from it now.  

[Andranis]

A flush rose up on Jacomus' face as he was finally able to see who the room belonged to. Shards but he was gorgeous... Some of his usual bravado returned in a flare as he accepted the hand, only to stay on the floor and pull, trying to get the other down to his level. "Maybe... Join me?" He gave just a bit of a smile, "And it's Jacomus.. Of bronze Kraketh. And you? It's a bit rude to... To intrude on somebody's room like this, and not know who they are." He wanted to reach up and brush his hair out of his face, presently looking as black as some of his siblings' hair was from the water, but the hand not occupied in trying to pull the gorgeous stranger down onto him was busy keeping him propped up.  

[Andranis]

"Somewhere in there, yes, it's just... Just a bit hard to think straight..." Jacomus shifted, pointing up again, "What with... That all going on." He cleared his throat, feeling himself flush again. Why was he doing that so much? Oh wait... Right, the flight. "I can't argue the logic, though now that I've pulled you down here..." He gave a light grimace, "The floor's not as comfortable as I thought, what with my wet trousers digging into my skin." There was a fold in the wet cloth, he could feel it, digging right into his left cheek. It had gone unnoticed before, but now that he had another person in his lap, it was getting painful. Problem was, he wasn't sure he wanted the warm body to leave his lap, as that'd mean an absence of heat.

Jacomus gave a sudden start, tugging lightly at the robe Casgar was wearing, "My trousers! They're getting your robe all wet!"  

[Andranis]

Between the suggestion to take the wet trousers off and the bed, something in Jacomus' brain momentarily short-circuited. The fluster returned as his mouth moved, bravado once again gone. Finally, he nodded, then motioned, "You'll just have to move so I can get up, then we can maybe... Get warmer?" He could certainly go for getting warmer, and he suddenly got Kraketh, somewhere high above, sending him ideas of just how.

He had to wonder for a moment how the dragon had enough focus for that, unless the flight was drawing to a close and the gold had made her choice. Not that Jacomus cared right now, his mind was running away already with things he suddenly wanted to do with Casgar.  

[Andranis]

A shiver entirely unrelated to the chill on his skin ran through Jacomus. In as quick a motion as he could, which admittedly wasn't too quick given his current state of mind, he scrambled to his feet and shimmied - Because at that point that's all he could do with them - out of his wet trousers. The robe was entirely forgotten as he moved to stand behind Casgar, only distracted for a moment by the pleasant warmth of the fire. There was some hesitation, hidden under the action of warming his chilled skin, before he looked at Casgar, tilting his head ever so slightly, "Did you, perhaps, want to show me how soft that bed is? It DOES look rather nice..."  

[Andranis]

Under normal circumstances, Jacomus would call the sound he made undignified. Of course, under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be in any position to be making such a sound. He didn't think much more, drying himself off as fast as he could, before he followed after Casgar to the bed. Indeed, it was as soft as it looked, and he sank right into it with a pleased little sound. "Anything you want of me, I'm ready. Shards I'm ready..."