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Flash those blue eyes and you can have anybody you want.

[And the beard. And everything else.]

I think such a compliment would sound much better in your own voice, don't you?

[TJ flips the camera feed on instead. Why just the voice when he can get his face too?]

Yeah, think you're right about that. So.

[He smiles, tips his head.]

I'd make a list but don't want to sound insincere or over the top. You're gorgeous. All of you.

[Ragnar smirked.]

Perfect. This is much better.

[It was a marked improvement from hearing his phone read out flirtatious texts.

Ragnar's smirk widened. As if his ego wasn't big enough.]

Very flattering. [A pause.] Is gorgeous good? For a man.

Yeah, it really is.

[Look, he’s spent some time on these kind of apps. Has had hits and misses. They’re good for anonymity back home, though that’s not quite the case here but whatever. The thing is, he doesn’t go in with the assumption something will happen but he’d be damn disappointed if blue eyes didn’t at least consider it.

Cracks knuckles. Tries to be the most charming he can be without laying it on too thick and looking like a jackass.]

Sure is. I’d have said beautiful but some guys don’t like that word very much. Basically, you’re hot.

And 'hot', I'm sure, is also very good. [The people here and their temperatures. He'd been told by someone else that his name was 'cool'. Bizarre.]

From what I can see, which is not a lot, you are also 'beautiful'. And forward. [He smirked again.]

So. I already know about me. Tell me about yourself. What do you do here? [Ragnar gave him a suggestive smile.] Besides complimenting others, of course.

It's very good. At least, from me it is.

[TJs pretty damn glad he's alone right now. Well, mostly alone. There's nobody sitting close enough to him to see how flustered he's getting. When's the last time anybody made him feel that way? Never, probably. Whatever. It's that smirk, he's calling it now.]

You could see a lot more of me if we did this face to face instead.

[Jesus. Well it's out there now. Not that he was subtle before.]

Community Ambassador. Haven't been here long so I'm still figuring that out. [He shrugs. It's an on the nose job assignment, but he'll make it work.] Besides, complimenting others is more fun. And, well, to be completely honest. Nobody knows who I am here and I like that. So it doesn't matter if I flirt with good looking guys.

[Ragnar's gaze moved methodically down over what he could see of TJ as if he were weighing out the pros and cons of meeting in person.]

It would be preferable. It is much easier to talk that way.

[He tilted his head, not sure what a Community Ambassador would do. One thing that he says definitely piques his curiosity though.

He leans closer to the camera, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.] And who are you? A king? A prince? A god? [He leans back a little.] No. If you were a god, you would not be concerned with flirting.

Or, maybe you are Christian. And you are not allowed to.

Then let’s pick a place to meet.

[See, there’s that damn smirk again. He’s gonna need a cigarette just from a video chat.]

Nope. [He pops the p for emphasis.] Dad was the president and my mom’s currently running. It’s not the same as royalty but the job is kinda similar. Makes rules, leads. [Sort of.] It’s not about religion.

Everyone knew I prefer men but life is never on my terms. Politics first, everything else second. Gotta make my folks look good.

[A shrug. He can get bitter talking about them but he’ll save that.]

Keep it behind closed doors. That kinda thing. It’s okay to be gay, that’ll give them the lgbt vote but don’t be too gay or they’ll lose conservative support. Anyway, point is, I can be whoever I want and what I want is to talk to beautiful men and tell them they’re beautiful.

Edited 2017-12-25 03:28 (UTC)

[His face lit up in recognition when TJ mentioned the word president, suddenly excited that he actually understood what was being discussed.]

Yes. The president. You are like a prince then. For eight years. [The idea of a term length had been the most bizarre thing for him to try to understand, which meant it stuck out in his mind more than anything else.

What did lose him was the reason for having to be secretive. Reputation, he understood that much, but the details behind it were lost on him.]

Where do you want to meet? I would like to hear more about your world.

Suppose it’s something like that.

[Limited run royalty. It had its perks some days. Usually it was too much attention and fake people and lonely. Mostly that.]

My room? Don’t really know where anything is yet but I can get you that far. Or pick a place that’s easy to get to and I’ll figure it out.

[TJ doesn’t mean it the way it sounds. Sure, he’s ‘interested’ but they could talk. Compare worlds. Listen to Ragnar and watch how he lights up and smirks. Yeah. A good plan.]

Do you live in the very large building? [Of course, he meant the communal housing skyscraper.] If you live there, it will be very easy to find you. I live on the sixth floor.

[Ragnar didn't seem to think meeting in his room was at all strange. If nothing else, it would be convenient and, hopefully, warm.]

Yep. Third floor, first room.

[It's not hard to get where Ragnar is going with that. They set everyone up there, to start, he assumes and he hasn't been here long enough to be able to afford an upgrade.]

I'll leave the door open for you.

[He gives a little wave, raises a brow, and cuts the feed. If Ragnar's in the building, he'll have time to crack the door and fix his hair at least.]

[Even if he was still working on learning what the numbers looked like, he knew the third floor would be three floors down. Navigating from there wasn't difficult at all. Still, TJ likely had at least a good five minutes before Ragnar walked in unceremoniously without knocking.]

These rooms all look the same. [He grinned.] It is good to see you face to face.

[Although Ragnar had arrived in armor, he'd left that back in his room, wearing only the leather tunic and pants that went under the armor.]

[TJs in the clothes he arrived in - well tailored black slacks and a white button down shirt. The tie's gone and he has the shirt untucked and unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to appear more casual and relaxed. He's standing in front of the mirror attempting to artfully toss his hair when Ragnar strolls in without knocking and he freezes.

He had said he'd leave it open for him. He turns around and rests his hands on his hips, his smile shifting into a smirk as he takes his time looking Ragnar over.]

At least they aren't playing favorites. [With the rooms.] I'm inclined to agree. All of this. [He nods towards the other guy.] Is something everybody should get to see in person.

You give many compliments for a prince. [Ragnar returned the shameless once over and looked like he was trying to figure TJ out. He glanced briefly past TJ towards the mirror and then back at him.] Is appearance very important in your world? To your people? [There was no hint of judgment in his tone, just pure curiosity.

Still waiting in the doorway, he leaned against the frame nonchalantly, now peering at TJ with obvious curiosity.]

[Prince. He kinda likes the sound of that. It appeals to his ego.]

Oh, uh. [Hes never been called out like that before. TJ glances away, at that damn mirror, to the ground, and anywhere that’s not blond and gorgeous. His voice is soft and he’s totally talking to himself but it’s loud enough to be heard.] Wanted to look my best for you.

[And that’s enough vulnerability for the next one hundred years. No thanks. Like flipping a switch, TJ shrugs and rolls his eyes, and leaning forward, he waves with both hands.]

It’s not in yours? Come in here, okay? Letting all the warm air out.

[Ragnar cocked his head to the side, puzzled, and then broke into a soft smirk.]

Mm. [He tried to figure out how to clarify why he'd asked, not having meant to embarrass the young man.] You... have commented on my appearance. And then- [he gestured towards the mirror.]

[When TJ mentioned that he was letting the heat out, he immediately pushed off the door frame and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.]

We do not have anything like that where I am from. [Again, he pointed towards the mirror.] Only polished metal. Even then, it is very expensive.

[He stepped in further and took a seat on the edge of the bed, still looking a little preoccupied with the mirror. Of course, he was living in the communal housing, so there were mirrors in the bathroom, but he was both curious and impressed that TJ had his own. It did make some sense though, he was a prince after all.]

[Oh, the mirrors. Made sense. There were people around from all over the damn place and if this guy didn't have them, then that was far from the strangest thing he's experienced so far.]

Yeah, then I guess they do. Back home your appearance said a lot about you. If you were wealthy or important, if you tried hard or didn't care.

[He glances at the mirror and then at Ragnar, decides on strolling across the room to flop on the bed beside him. It lacks grace, purposefully, and he shuffles back so his feet dangle and he can swing them gently.]

What's it like, where you're from? [TJ bumps their arms.] Everyone as rugged and charming as you are?

[It's not his fault, promise. He can't stop the easy way compliments form. They just do. TJ, unconsciously, wants Ragnar to approve of him and since he thinks so poorly of himself, he figures the only way to do that is through compliments.]

[Ragnar nodded thoughtfully, for the first time ever he actually takes a moment to think about why his people did what they did when it came to appearance.]

When we fight, we try to look intimidating. Strong. Clothing does show a person's wealth. Their means.

[He watched as TJ strolled over, smirking slightly. Ragnar appeared to be as equally relaxed and unconcerned.]

'Rugged'? I am not sure what 'rugged' is. Charming? [His smirk widens cockily.] Of course not.

And your world? You are prince over fifty kingdoms, yes? [The way he said it made it sound epic beyond belief. Where he was from, if you were the king of two or three regions you were amazing, fifty was beyond comprehension.] Do you also want to be Ki- President? You would have to... campaign? [He was pretty sure 'campaign' was the right word.] Win the love of your people so they would choose you?

Tough. Strong. You know, rough in a good way.

[TJ dips his head and rolls his eyes, of course not. It was a comment he might have made himself, in the same position as Ragnar.]

That's.. [He bites his lower lip. Smooths his palms down his thighs.] It's not quite that way. I was prince and I might be again, if my Mom gets elected, but I'm not anymore. Being a 'prince' or the first son, it's - well, I didn't get to make decisions or have a say in anything.

Mostly posed for pictures and played nice with the press so my parent's looked good.

[He snorts, shoving at Ragnar's arm and side as if he'd said the funniest thing TJs ever heard. He has. Laughs, though it's a little self-depreciating.]

No. I don't. I would have to campaign and win the love of my people, but I never would because, well, you know. [He shrugs.] I'm gay. I like men. Some don't care but a lot do. I wouldn't be elected and the death threats would increase. Doesn't matter if I could be good at the job.

Tough and strong? Yes. You would very much like most of the men where I am from. [He grinned and failed to stifle a quiet laugh.] Most of our able men join in the raids each Summer. It is important to be strong. Being strong lets you provide for your family, yourself, and your people.

[He smirked slightly when TJ described his time as the son of the president.] No, princes do not have any say. But you were still a prince. Your father must be a great man. And your mother.

[Ragnar looked a little perplexed, not quite understanding TJ's problem.] But... if you took a wife and had heirs, what does it matter who you have sex with? [The question was completely genuine. He couldn't understand where the issue lay.] Who you have sex with does not affect how you rule.

Probably would, pal.

[If they all looked like Ragnar or at the very least, resembled him slightly then TJ would be in heaven. Except, for well, the fighting the guy mentions. He can take a lot but he's not really a warrior.]

My father's.. something, alright. [Elaine, on her better days, TJ was fond of. She doted on him when she could - when it didn't get in the way of political pursuits.] You serious?

It doesn't work like that. It'd be hard to find a woman who'd be okay with having your children while you fucked around on her and even if you did, why'd I tie myself down to someone I'm not attracted to and don't love?

[He shrugs, glancing away.]

No, it doesn't, but people care about it where I'm from. You can't love who you love without it being a problem. Not if that love happens to be between two men.

If your father is not a great man, why did your people choose him as their leader? Or maybe he is a good man, but not so good a father?

[He put his hand on TJ's knee and gave it a squeeze. Ragnar had yet to meet a man who managed to be a good leader, a good man, a good husband, and a good father. Something, or a few somethings, usually fell by the wayside. It was a sacrifice one had to make.]

Why? To have an heir and a family. [He shrugged.] Arrangments such as that are not impossible. Or unheard of.

But here you feel you have that freedom?

[TJ sighs. It was good that Ragnar understood without TJ having to go into full detail, because he wasn't in the mood for that right now. He'd been a good president, a good leader. The people loved him while he was in office. It wasn't until they learned that he was a cheat, did that opinion change.

But, Ragnar's hand is on his knee and yeah, that's the best place for it to be.]

You can have kids without fucking a woman, back home. [But no, not even in his world, were they unheard of.] Nobody knows me.

I can be whoever I want to be here. I can ask handsome guys to come to my apartment and maybe someday, I can take them out on dates. Even if people care here, I won't mess anything up for anyone by being myself. [He'd only fuck up his own life. TJ, well, he feels good getting that off his chest.] Thanks, Dr. Phil.

Any chance you'd let me kiss you?

Adopt? [He paused to consider this.] You can. But they are not yours.

I am not against the idea, but it is different. It is a different feeling when you have your own. Like... part of you. That will carry on who you were. [He wasn't sure he'd explained himself properly, but he couldn't think of another way to phrase it.]

Dates? What is that? [He smiled softly, blue eyes practically glinting with curiosity.

His smile turned into a roguish smirk at TJ's question.] I can think of no reason why I should say no.

[TJ could see where Ragnar was going with that and it was a.. nice sentiment. Carrying on the bloodlines and everything, but TJ felt that it was the memory or impression of a person that children remembered. Adopted, biological, whatever, they would still get the same in that regard. But it was an individual decision that nobody else got a say in. To each their own and all that shit.]

Where you go out and do something fun with someone else. Or a fruit.

[Either or, but he preferred the former.

Ah, good. Permission granted and happily accepted. TJ smooths his hands down his thighs, shuffles to the edge of the bed and the stands up to turn towards Ragnar. With a hand on the guy's shoulder, he puts a knee to the bed and then straddles his lap. There. Best position for kissing. He returns the smirk. Parting his lips, he dips down and kisses him, no hesitance.]

There is a special word for that? [Ragnar seemed delighted, another strange new word to add to his vocabulary.] And you would like to do dates with me?

[Keen, bright blue eyes followed TJ's every movement with quiet curiosity. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect, though he had a pretty good idea what was happening when TJ slid rather gracefully into his lap. His hands moved to rest naturally on the other man's thighs before moving one to curl into the front of TJ's shirt as if he were going to drag him closer. He didn't need to though, he was already leaning in, their lips already meeting. He kept a hold on his shirt, keeping him pulled in close as the kiss gained momentum, growing desire turning the kiss more heated.]

There is and I dunno.

[TJ a few hours from now would not agree that he wanted to do dates with Ragnar. The guy, then, would remember what it felt like to have his heartbroken. To feel ashamed. To be so messed up that they couldn't function like a normal person. That TJ would say no, he didn't want to do dates even though he actually did. He'd be cocky and snide, brush Ragnar off a little and claim he only did the kind of dates that were strictly for sex. No romance.

But this TJ has already climbed into Ragnar's lap, squeezed the man's thighs between his own, ass planted firmly. This TJ could confuse sex and all their friendly conversation as the start of something that could be sweet. Maybe only lovers, maybe nothing. This TJ had trouble mixing up his head and his heart, felt too much, and hated that about himself.

So instead of admitting or saying anything, he leans into the kiss and pushes up on his knees. Angled up and over Ragnar, he tugs on the man's bottom lip and shuffles even closer until there's no room between them. Ragnar's beard scratches his chin and he decides pretty quickly that he likes that.]

[Ragnar had come over with no expectations aside from some friendly, and hopefully interesting, conversation. Even now, he was simply content with going along with whatever TJ was comfortable with doing.

TJ pushed himself up to kneel against him rather than sitting in his lap, forcing him to tilt his head back. He had no idea why, but the simple change of angle made him groan softly, the noise mostly muffled by the kiss. His hands move to pull him closer, sliding firmly up TJ's thighs and over his ass.

As TJ shuffled closer, he slowly broke the kiss, tugging Ragnar's lip between his teeth which earns him another exhaled groan. He continued to slide his hands up, his rough calloused fingers snaking under TJ's shirt, fanning out over his skin as he worked the shirt upwards before moving to push it off, smirking up at TJ.]

I cannot say I have ever been with a prince. [He chuckled softly before leaning forward and dipping his head to drag a few light bites to the newly exposed skin.]

[TJ feels guilty for all of ten seconds. They could be friends. He'd probably like that. Not more than sex, but in a different way. Ragnar was curious and easy to talk to. He never jumped to any conclusions about TJ or made him feel like shit. It was a good start. TJ didn't know how to deal with anything good. He had to ruin it before it hurt him or put it in a nice, tidy little box with a label.

So they'll have sex and talk once in a while. Good. That was nice. Simple.

He lifts his arms and drops the shirt off to the side. TJ runs a hand through his hair to smooth it back out.] Hope I don't disappoint.

[Ragnar sure wasn't. TJ drags his hands across the top of Ragnar's head, playing with the braid but not moving to untie or work the strands loose. He tips his own head back and angles his chest forward in a - hey, keep going - kind of gesture.]

[ So here's a message from NOT TJ, but sure looks like him if you check his friendr profile. ]

Why England?

I have been there before and I find it interesting. And it asked for my interests. It is something that is not so important here, but I would like to sail there again.

Why do you ask? Are you from England?

No. I've never even been there, really. [ Though he's been to places like England. Or, rather, like versions of England from different times, with different rules. ]

I was just curious. It kind of stood out from the others. But I get it, traveling to other lands, wishing you could see more of them.

See more of them. Raid them again. Bring new treasure back home.

I want to meet the kings that rule the lands of England and fight some of its warriors.

So. Yes. I want to see more of them.

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