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[storradr]

	Friendr
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	» Age: 30? maybe? 31? not sure. is that important? » Seeking: not picky » Preferences: see above » Interests: farming. sailing. fighting. drinking. england. » Bio: married. 2 children, one boy, one girl. i'd like to learn more about this place and the tools they have here. and you. and your homeland. and the things you have there.
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	Ragnar Lothbrok
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[absolutperfection]

[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?

[storradr]

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.

[absolutperfection]

[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.]

[storradr]

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.]

[absolutperfection]

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.]

[storradr]

[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.]

[absolutperfection]

[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.]