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[konstant]

When K reaches the end of his easy range of motion over Jesus's side he splays his fingers to feel the way the other man's breathing expands his ribcage, the way the bones pull closer again on the exhale. The way he lives under K's hand.

"I wish I could do something to change that for you. To let you get some rest."

[hippie_ninja]

"You do," he says, a little surprised that it isn't neon obvious to K. But then, Jesus does wake up several times a night, and K has been there when Jesus has got up to check the doors and windows--even though he's already done it before they ever fell asleep.

"When I wake up and see you, it's easy to fall asleep. To know we're okay." Most of the time, at least.

He strokes his fingers through K's short, soft hair. "It's worth risking a fine or some time in the Zoo to have nights like this with you." Under his ribs, K will feel how steady his heartbeat is. How calm.

[konstant]

Everything feels more complicated now; in Los Angeles life wasn't simple by any means, but he understood why things were the way they were. He didn't blame anyone.

Here, he hears Jesus say that and knows it for the truth; he's certainly seen it, and he sees it now. But it still feels precarious, given the consequences hanging over their heads for seeking out too much comfort with one another, as if they should be able to just find it with a contract partner instead.

"I wish I could offer this more often then," he amends; that they didn't have to worry about fines or the Zoo. "But then - that's part of the challenge for you, isn't it?"

[hippie_ninja]

Jesus has spent his whole life dodging the law. Sometimes it caught him and sometimes it didn't, but it's never occurred to him to simply follow laws that don't make sense to him. Arbitrary rules put in place by a Dominant don't register at all.

"Hm? What do you mean?"

[konstant]

"Finding ways around the rules the program sets out," he answers, finding the dropoff where bone stops and it's only muscle protecting Jesus's body from the outside world. He doesn't say it like it's a bad thing, just something he's noticed.

"Finding loopholes to defy the Dominants and the guards."

[hippie_ninja]

"Some of their rules make sense." And he obeys them. He pays for his coffee, he goes to work.

"But there's no reason you and I shouldn't be allowed to stay together if we want. We obey all their other rules. We even have sex sometimes. I'm better in a lot of ways when I'm with you."

In the dark he smiles, though, the mischief maybe lost between them. Or maybe not. How well can K see? "But yeah. I don't mind finding ways to make our lives easier even if it bothers them."

[konstant]

He can see it. Even if he couldn't, he'd be able to hear it. For a moment he just soaks that in, tries to let it salve the hurt wrapped around his heart like barbed wire.

"I don't know how much easier it makes things for us," he hedges, because he knows how missing quota has gone, how housing violations might go, how tonight might end if Denis comes in before he has been the other two nights, "But you do make my life better. I prefer that."

[hippie_ninja]

"If you ever don't want to take the risk, we won't." Nothing they can do to him here compares to the horrors of home. He doesn't want to be forced. He doesn't want any of the things they can and will do to him to make him comply. But the punishments aren't like what he's come to expect.

He doesn't have the right to decide what K risks, though.