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[Pre-Milliways: Dedication Day.]

Jack Benjamin -- or Prince Jonathan of Gilboa, but he won't insist -- steps into the Bar and closes the door on the party behind him. As confusing as it is to find a bar in the palace, he's got a look of eager anticipation.

"What is this place?"

[tiny tag: Jack Benjamin]

[ooc: Adult content shenanigans in the Ganymede thread.]

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"Because all that matters is now." He smiles at Ben's response to his petting.

"I can't argue about that," he says, leaning his head back and exposing his neck.

Jack can take a hint. He kisses slowly down Ben's neck.

"And good at reading body language, too." He catches the underside of Jack's chin and tilts his head up. "Should we take this somewhere more private?"

"You're not exactly cryptic."

He glances around. "Is there a back room or something?"

"There are rooms upstairs, one of which I have a key for," he chuckles. "It even has a bed."

"Rooms and beds," Jack marvels. "How very convenient.

"Shall we?"

"Aren't they just," he says, amused at the look that gets as he rises to his feet, extending a hand for Jack. "We shall."

Once up the stairs, room 1212 isn't honestly much different from what most people would think of as a nice hotel room, though it looks distinctly less soulless; the furniture is comfortable and the air not frigid, fitting with the vaguely grecian colors.

"This is nicer than what I expected," Jack says as he looks around. "It's almost homey."

"It's nicer than what I thought I was getting," he says. "I don't stay here entirely often, but when the bar gives you a room...well." He can't say he's unhappy with it, though. It's comfortable.

"What do you mean, when the bar gives you a room?"

He was too busy flirting to get the details on the bar itself.

"You can stay here," he replies. "The downstairs in the bar, but quite a lot of people do live here. You can ask the bar--don't worry if there's no one there--for a room key, and you'll get one."

"Oh, if only I could stay forever," Jack says and lounges on the bed, tossing his cap aside. He licks his lips and smiles. "So."

"Possible, but inadvisable," Ganymede chuckles, moving towards the bed so he can climb up on it, toeing his boots off and getting as close to Jack as is possible without being literally in his lap.

"Cabin fever sets in sooner or later, as they say."

"It would be a lovely time before the cabin fever sets in. Nothing to do but drink and fuck..."

"There is an outdoors, not that it'd stop you drinking and fucking," he says, with a quick and laughing kiss. "In fact, it's fair game out there, and up here. Only the bar room itself has rules."

"Mm, outdoors," murmurs Jack as he kisses back. "Never one it outdoors."

"Mmm. I could show you a thing or two about it," he replies, pulling back only far enough to take a breath and speak. "Depending on how dirty you like getting. Beds, however, are more comfortable for the long run."

"Can't say how dirty I like getting. I've hardly had the chance to find out."

He runs a hand over the bedspread. "This is a very comfortable bed, though. Very promising."

"You've certainly got the time to explore around here."

Jack traces the front of Ben's shirt, and then says slowly, "I may not want a guide. I want to be clear about that."

He can't help the gentle grin that tilts up a corner of his mouth, twisting open the buttons of his shirt as Jack's fingers pass them. "I'm not really looking to become one," he says lightly. "One-night stands with occasional repeats are alright by me."

Or without the occasional repeat, too; he's got an exceedingly casual mindframe about intimacy.

"Good," murmurs Jack, leaning into him again, "glad we're on the same page." He kisses Ben slowly.

He settles into the kiss and over Jack's lap, hips canting forward so his back curves in a slouch. "I don't mind being a fling," he chuckles, leaning in and kissing back. "Especially not with someone so handsome."

"Oh, you're a sweet one," murmurs Jack, running his hands up Ben's back. "Flings are my speciality."