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Post by Javert on Mar 21, 2009 0:04:23 GMT -5
"Still more experienced than me, I suppose... I did indeed mean 'never'."
Javert could hardly understand why they were talking about things like this. It seemed to make sense in some kind of way, but he couldn't quite figure it all out. Lack of experience once again, in all probability.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 21, 2009 0:07:06 GMT -5
"Ah well, it clearly hasn't left you deficient." That sounded a bit harsh, he realized and he cleared his throat.
"I mean, it doesn't matter. So what about Lambert then?"
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Post by Javert on Mar 21, 2009 0:12:14 GMT -5
"Lambert is an idiot."
That about stated it all... he'd kick the foolish boy's ass if even a harsh word wouldn't make Lambert pull a face that made you feel as if you'd just kicked a three-legged kitten. And that feeling was far too unpleasant, even for Javert.
"I don't know what he's thinking or if he's thinking, but smelly letters and poetry aren't helping him reach his likely goal... nor do his appearance and personality, for that matter."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 21, 2009 0:20:29 GMT -5
"He is a bit of a dolt. But not a bad looking fellow, is he?" he was certainly under the impression, anyway, that men who preferred men generally preferred their interests to look young and fresh. Lambert was a young twenty with dark eyes and fair hair, a good bit of height and a wispy frame.
He squinted over at Javert through the dark, secure that his gaze couldn't be met and he could study the man without being scrutinized back. He had the advantage of the dim light from the window and could just make out the planes of the man's face. He thought, other than needing a shave, Javert's face was not at square and severe as his own. Ironic.
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Post by Javert on Mar 21, 2009 0:27:13 GMT -5
"I suppose not, if young and stupid is what you're shooting for."
Javert smiled at the close scrutiny he was under, his werewolf senses giving him an excellent - if black and white - view of Jason's actions.
"Personally, my tastes run towards actual men rather than boys, I suppose." Well, if you could claim to have a taste without any actual experience... but the inspector felt he had a right to have preferences.
Now it was his turn to study Cluont's face, curious of how this latest bit of information would be received.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 21, 2009 0:31:26 GMT -5
His lips curled into a slight smile, just for a moment. That was something different, he thought--but then, Lee must have the same sort of preferences. He scratched at the gray hair on his chest idly, thinking, turning his gaze up to the ceiling and folding the heavy comforter down to his waist, feeling overly warm with the ache in his leg returning.
He glanced at to the bedstand, where he knew his needlecase was sitting, but didn't ask for it.
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Post by Javert on Mar 21, 2009 0:34:29 GMT -5
Javert couldn't help but grin slightly himself, though it turned into a small frown when he noticed the glance towards the needles.
Yet... as long as Jason wouldn't mention it, neither would he.
"If you find Lambert attractive, then by all means... take him off my hands."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 21, 2009 0:36:10 GMT -5
He pulled a face at that and snorted.
"God no. He's hardly more than a child. And I don't prefer men..." except that he thought he probably did, and the lie was apparent in his voice, so he just continued. "I suppose I prefer men of age." Lee was what, sixty?
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Post by Javert on Mar 21, 2009 0:39:45 GMT -5
Javert had difficulty not to laugh at the look on Jason's face. Boy, this truly was a day of rare events.
Yet, a slow smile tugged insistently at his lips once again and this time the inspector allowed it, deeming the room dark enough.
"Well would you look at that, we might actually have something in common."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 21, 2009 0:43:39 GMT -5
"Something?" he grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. "Sometimes when I come in the mornings the men will jokingly "mistake" me for you. I really don't appreciate it--you're a complete asshole." Not that he wasn't, but he was certainly less of one. He hoped.
His breath stopped a moment as he struggled to keep from making a sound against the pain that welled up in his leg of a sudden, allowing himself a painful grimace in the dark.
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Post by Javert on Mar 21, 2009 0:48:36 GMT -5
"Fine, so we're both assholes as well," Javert nodded. He honestly couldn't mind it much.
The grimace made the inspector wince. "You're in pain."
That said, the inspector reached out, gently grasping Jason's hand in his own. "Just squeeze my hand... who knows, perhaps you'll get lucky and manage to bruise a finger or two."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 21, 2009 1:11:31 GMT -5
He gave a forced chuckled, puffing the breath out and curled his fingers around the warm palm, giving a squeeze.
"It's not the worst pain I've had. Thank you."
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Post by Javert on Mar 21, 2009 1:15:08 GMT -5
"Just that it isn't the worst, doesn't mean it's not a bitch," Javert replied with a somewhat forced grin.
The inspector gently stroked the back of Jason's hand with his thumb, wishing he could do something to take the pain away other than handing the man his needle case or another glass of brandy.
But for now, just being there would have to suffice.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 21, 2009 12:49:30 GMT -5
He steadied himself for another rising wave of pain, giving Javert's hand a powerful squeeze that shook the muscles of his arm as he grit his teeth against it, and relaxed more as it passed, turning his head to try to examine the man in the dark.
His fingers brushed against the heavy broadcloth of Javert's sleeve and he frowned a bit.
"You could take your coat off, you know."
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Post by Javert on Mar 21, 2009 12:57:20 GMT -5
Javert repressed a hiss at the squeeze, Cluont was after all not a man without strength. Not that the inspector was weak himself, mind you, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel pain.
The comment on his coat was enough to distract him from the slight throb in his fingers and he nodded.
"Yes, you're right... I simply hadn't intended on staying quite this long." There was that... and that it had been pretty damn cold in the room before he'd finally closed the window.
Javert stood and shrugged off his coat, carefully placing it over the back of the chair before sitting down and taking Jason's hand in his own once more. The older man was rather fond of his uniform and in fact rarely wore anything else, which made sense since he was on the job almost every waking hour.
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