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[Varker is attempting to speak clearly, but there is a definite lisp as he trips over his own teeth.]

You've reached Dr. Varker. As a note, yes I do accept bribes in exchange for good behavior.

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From:

deuceoftears

Jedao catches his hand, and squeezes it gently, an ache and an acknowledgement that he doesn't think there are words for.

"Stuff doesn't taste...bad, though?" he asks, tentatively.

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cameclosest

It's the skin on skin contact that gets the feeling of discomfort to flare. He knows what it should feel like, what it was supposed to after spending his time on a ridiculous space cruise liner touching those hands and his skin in far more intimate ways than just holding his hand.

It takes effort not to pull away, he knows what the gesture meant, doesn't want to reject it so he keeps still while it crawls under his skin. "N-no...just- red meat is harder ever since, well. You know." He used to take his steak more rare than medium and now if there's blood on the plate he cant even touch it.

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deuceoftears

Jedao catches some hint, though, that the discomfort is there; he pauses and lets go, then shifts around, although he doesn't seem to be getting up.

"Wait, no - just a second -"

He pulls a pair of sleek, dove-grey gloves out of his pants pocket.

"Fox and hound this is so dirty," he mutters to himself, and then offers them to Varker. "Try them on?"

They look immaculately clean.

Edited Date: 2026-02-04 06:48 am (UTC)

From:

cameclosest

He watches him with some concerns, missing eyebrows once again. He isnt sure why a pair of gloves would be dirty, they look clean, but-

"Why are you being weird about them?" He's suspicious, but wanting to oblige.

From:

deuceoftears

"Because it's extremely taboo in my culture, obviously, and also my kink, but try them anyway," Jedao huffs, pushing through the squirrelly stage of trying to lie or avoid the question in favor of just bulling through it with brazenness, even though his cheeks go red with it.

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cameclosest

The honesty pulls a surprised laugh out of him, snatching the gloves from him once he's sure there isnt some other weird thing that might happen if he puts them on.

"Oh don't even, you know I like the idea of an audience, I got over it, this is practically fair play. Though, I'm not forgetting you just carry these around in your pocket, Jedao." He teases as he slips them on both hands.

From:

deuceoftears

"They go with the uniform, they stay in the uniform pants!" Jedao protests. "Me having them isn't kinky, me giving them to someone else is -"

More. He makes a flustered garbled noise and hides his face in his hands for a few seconds, but also does peak through his fingers to watch Varker actually putting them on. The nanite metamaterial is sleek and cool, but warms quickly to skin temperature, smooth like silk but not quite as slippery. After a few more seconds, the fit adjusts itself to the shape of his hands, the fabric itself ultrathin. When Jedao rests light fingertips on the back of one glove, Varker can feel the pressure and even the warmth of his hand perfectly well, but the texture is just slightly not anything he ever felt before, not anything that can be jarring in comparison.

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cameclosest

Its captivating almost immediately, even if he does want to tease Jedao more, his interest is pulled in the way it so rarely is these days.

His breath catches in his throat before he swallows it down, turning that hand over and running his gloved fingers across Jedao's palm to the tips of his fingers.

"What are these made of?" And while there is that scientific curiosity in the forefront, he might also understand why someone would be interested for other reasons.

Edited Date: 2026-02-04 07:15 am (UTC)

From:

deuceoftears

"Spidermilk, most kelspec stuff is. Laced with nanites for self-cleaning and fit adjustment and whatnot."

His voice almost returns to nornal. To Jedao, the material is not terribly extraordinary; it's the elaborate etiquette around military gloves, which they are currently extravagantly violating, where the emotional charge is.

"But do they help?" That's the important part of this farce.

Edited Date: 2026-02-04 07:34 am (UTC)

From:

cameclosest

"That sounds disgusting on a surface level," and yet he's still distracted as he stares down at them.

Milking spiders makes him think of silk worms, a process he isnt unfamiliar with, but the nanites, thats much like being able to buy a moon, sci-fi fantasy bullshit. "I don't know... it's different, that's for sure."

From:

deuceoftears

The spidermilk is probably even more sci-fi than the nanites, pinnacle of production bioengineering and genesplicing that it is.

"Well, if you like them, I'll get you your own pair. But if you want to wear them for right now. That's okay."

He's still brick red, but he offers his hand. If Varker wants to hold someone's hand without the wrongness being triggered.

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cameclosest

The newness is distracting, but not as much as Jedao's red face, his lips quirking up as he takes the offered hand, rubbing his thumb against his skin.

It does feel better, less wrong for the fact that he's wearing gloves and still getting to touch, but its more fun when he can tease the hell out of him while he does it. "You mean I cant keep yours and embarrass the hell out of you in public when no one else would understand why?"

He sniffs, that quirk turning into a smile, "thats less fun, Jedao."

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deuceoftears

He moans a little when Varker rubs his hand; if Varker troubles himself to look down there's no hiding that Jedao is half-hard.

His pupils are blown wide, irises almost completely swallowed in black, but something flashes in his eyes at the question, and he grips Varker's hand back, suddenly tight. Not painful, but still a warning.

"You can't keep them because you're not my fucking husband," he growls, low in his throat. There's a limit to how much Varker can push him here.

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cameclosest

Varker is at his core a bit of a brat, seeing that resistance, the boundary and it makes him want to push. Whether he will or not is up to his self confidence and currently it's far below peaking. And yet that look in Jedao's eyes is just asking to play.

"I'm nobodies husband, certainly not yours." He says despite the chain around his neck sitting heavy against his collarbone.

"You could take them from me," he tests the grip, "but I won't make it easy."

From:

deuceoftears

Jedao stares at him for a moment, then closes his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath. He lets go of Varker's hand and folds his own hands (bare, he's so aware of them now even though he usually goes bare, he's not a real Kel, he hasn't earned those gloves - but he certainly has more right to them than Varker, who - Jedao gave them to. Because he wanted to help. Because Varker is a friend.)

When he speaks, his voice is quiet, earnest, steady.

"I want you to feel good in your body. I'm glad that's working. But this is actually extremely intimate for me, and if you want it to be a sex game, you do have to buy me dinner first."

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cameclosest

Varker stares back, watching him as he pulls away.

He could get frustrated, is inclined to it, but instead he reclines back against the couch, crossing one leg over the other and almost boredly responds with, "you started it. It isn't my fault you got ahead of yourself." He sucks his teeth, considering keeping with the frankly dickish response before sighing and slipping off one glove, and then the next, holding them out to Jedao.

"I-" he clears his throat before trying again, looking anywhere but at him, "I can't play like that anyways, so I shouldn't try. Not... not until I can actually follow through. I dont need to have another fucking breakdown because you give me bedroom eyes and the part of me that forgets I can't takes it as a challenge."

God, he needs a drink.

Edited Date: 2026-02-07 07:26 pm (UTC)

From:

deuceoftears

Jedao takes a couple gulps of air.

"I know it's not your fault. I thought I could just...treat them pragmatically." And maybe he could have, if the memories of intimacy weren't so fresh, if Varker hadn't leaned into teasing him immediately.

He takes the gloves back - subtle but careful about not brushing Varker's bare skin - and clutches them to his chest for a moment.

"You could. If you wanted to. But it's...I haven't given any of my lovers my gloves. They stay with Hakkai when I go play." And even Hakkai doesn't wear them. He kind of pulled Varker onto sixth base without telling him, just because it seemed like it might help his dysphoria. Which, in Jedao's defense, it did.

He takes another fortifying breath, and looks back at Varker with a small, grateful smile.

"So, what color did you want for yours?"

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cameclosest

Varker isnt an idiot, he can understand what Jedao is saying he did and he rests his head against the couch back, staring at the ceiling.

Young men would be the death of him for the idiotic leaps of faith they were able to take.

"God, you're an idiot." Does it make him like Jedao any less for being a risk taker? No, he admires what he cannot be, but christ.

"Black, probably. Thats neutral, would go with most things."

From:

deuceoftears

"I don't regret it," Jedao says honestly. A tiny bit of humiliation and awkwardness is a small price to pay to know that it works, that there is a way he can help. And Varker did back off when Jedao needed him to.

From:

cameclosest

"You might have." He grumbles, finally pushing himself up off the couch and bringing his plate of cookies with him.

Stopping in front of the liquor cabinet he doesn't care what time it is, he just pulls a glass and starts pouring.

From:

deuceoftears

Jedao huffs a breath, but slumps into the couch and lets Varker get himself some space along with a drink.

"If you'd been an ass about it, I'd have just taken them off you. It's okay. But also can I have a vodka."

From:

cameclosest

"I thought about it. But then I wasnt drunk or mad enough to actually pick a fight with you on purpose." He knows what you can do Jedao.

He takes a long pull from his glass before grabbing Norton's Vodka and pouring something more appropriate than what he'd given himself, "you want anything with it?"

From:

deuceoftears

"Plain soda water, if you have it?"

He likes the bubbles.

"If you had, I would have been aggravated about it. But it wouldn't have been the end of the world. And also, you didn't."

From:

cameclosest

He wrinkles what's left of his nose at the thought of a plain vodka soda, but then hes drinking straight bourbon so he shouldn't judge.

He'll root around in Norton's fridge for a minute before he finds something close enough and brings it back for Jedao.

"Again, it could have been. But it didn't so I suppose kings to you, Jedao."

From:

deuceoftears

"Oh, wolfshit. Tell me how it could have been the end of the world, Varker," Jedao dares him. He's smiling as he takes his drink, scoots a little to give Varker space to sit back down.