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[konstant]

K looks up at the touch, so he's ready when Jesus is there, kissing him; he keeps one hand up to deflect the worst of the puppy attack, letting them have a moment anyway, and smiles faintly into the space after.

"And you," he points out, because Jesus is taking care of Nibbles, too. "How much time do you have tonight?"

[hippie_ninja]

"How long do you want me to stay?" When they'd been sneaking into V's old suite it had been different. He doubts Sara has restrictive rules in place but he doesn't want to encroach, just the same.

[konstant]

"Long enough for me to talk to you about something," he hedges, carefully scooping puppies off his lap so he can stand up again without hurting them.

He hugs Mango to him a moment longer than the others, letting her wash his face over and over with her tongue before he sets her carefully down with her siblings.

"You can decide after that, but if you still want to stay, I'd like the company."

[hippie_ninja]

He'd like to stay. He came here hoping, even though he hadn't been sure bringing Nibbles would mean he'd have to leave.

"Talk about what?"

[konstant]

"Let's go back to the apartment," he suggests, petting Apricot's head on their way past, too.

"I don't want to be interrupted." It's Duplicity, so this could have a distinctly suggestive tint to it - and it doesn't not, honestly - but it's not foremost, either.

He leads the way back, quiet through the darkened house once more, and reaches down to scoop Nibbles up to keep him from running out the door as they come back through.

"Do you have any plans for next week?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Nothing special." He's forgotten next week is significant in any way. He shuts the door to keep Nibbles in and sits on the bed. "Did you want to do something?"

[konstant]

K has gotten much more comfortable with Nibbles over the month they lived together, and he tucks him close against his chest both to keep him warm and to scratch idly along the side of his head and ear - which masks the slightly deeper breath he takes as he tucks one leg under him to sit on the bed across from Jesus, facing him.

"I talked to some people," he starts, calm, but that's deceptively easy for him. "Vrenille is willing to let us use the Manor, and Barry will help me cook, and Sara has cleared all the rules I had there for a minute, so - if you wanted to. If you still want to. I thought we could have a Thanksgiving meal just a bit early."

[hippie_ninja]

In all honesty, Jesus had forgotten he'd ever mentioned Thanksgiving to K.

Though K hides it well he saw that quick intake of breath, and he realizes there's just a touch of nervousness in his friend right now. It melts away any apprehension he has about the holiday. He looks down, letting himself just feel the startling strength of affection it brings on.

"Yeah," he says, emotion thick in his voice. "I'd like that."

[konstant]

K is confident in his ability to read people, and he remembers how Jesus had reacted to even the suggestion that they could maybe try to do something here. He's sure he saw what he saw, and in the reactions of the people he's asked since he's seen similar - it'll be good for everyone, he still believes. What he's less confident in is if something may have changed since then, or if he missed something.

K had intended to lean heavily on V at the time, of course, so that's one aspect that changed - but he's watching Jesus's face until the moment he looks away, and that faint tension lifts from him on an exhale.

"Yeah?" he echoes, lips tugging. "You can invite anyone you want. I haven't given any firm details to anyone so we can still change anything, but - I was clear that no fighting will be allowed."

[hippie_ninja]

That's what brings his eyes back to K. He remembers now telling K that was why he didn't celebrate; holidays were a tense time for him, full of a lot of angry, hurting boys seeking to take it out on each other, and a lot of staff who would rather have been with their own families instead.

He reaches up to cup K's face and just kisses him, and then just keeps kissing him.

[konstant]

K hadn't bothered trying to anticipate how Jesus would react; he had hopes, of course, but he'd already decided that if Jesus balked then that was that. No harm, no foul.

This is much better. He smiles as soon as he feels Jesus's touch on his face, and leans forward into the kiss; Nibbles slides out from between them and he lets him go, shifting forward a bit to be closer, taking his time with the kiss, too.

[hippie_ninja]

"Want me to stay tonight?" he murmurs, but isn't really done kissing K yet and sets about it again, just as slow.

There's innuendo in there, but there's also not; they've spent nights where this was all they did and he's enjoying this.

[konstant]

"I do," he admits the next time they break for breath; he does want that, he wants Jesus close, he wants to know what happens next after whatever that is he saw briefly on the other man's face in the half-light of the room.

"Is that okay?" Whether they do this, or more, or less. He just wants him to stay.

[hippie_ninja]

"This is where I want to be." And he would want to be there even if K said no, even if this moment he had to pack up Nibbles and go. This is where he's wanted to be for a few days now.

[konstant]

"Then stay with me," he says, warmly; the backs of his curled fingers trail lightly along the shape of Jesus's jaw through his beard, smooth carefully around the side of his neck to cup there when he leans his forehead close.

[hippie_ninja]

This time he doesn't kiss him as long, because then he's pulling K towards the bed, urging him to sit so Jesus can straddle him and give him full attention.

[konstant]

Jesus has seen a glimpse of how strong K is; he's the only one in Duplicity, besides the guards that didn't even know K's name or his serial number, how he wouldn't be able to move K if he didn't want to be moved, if he didn't allow it.

But for Jesus, he twists and bends and settles at a touch. Jesus barely has to pull at his hand before K is following him, barely has to turn back towards him before he's sitting and reaching to rub his hands up Jesus's back, pulling him close where he settles in turn.

[hippie_ninja]

He kisses him like this for a while, until Nibbles starts scratching at the door and draws his attention away.

"How long do you have with Sara?" Before the contract runs out.

[konstant]

K calls for Nibbles to bring him away from the door, though he doesn't get up from where he is, enjoying the weight of Jesus leaned against him.

"A couple weeks. I have to go back to the Down December 1st."

[hippie_ninja]

He strokes his fingers through K's hair, studying him through the dark. "And then prison?"

[konstant]

"Two months after that."

Something has changed about how he says it though - resigned more than resolved, duller than before. He doesn't want to hurt Jesus, hurt Sara, be hurt.

He just also doesn't see a way around it.

"I don't know what else to do, sweeting."

[hippie_ninja]

"I don't either. There aren't any good solutions. But I wish there was another way." He buried his face briefly against K's hair.

[konstant]

K doesn't rush him. When he'd been sitting alone in a cell he'd found that he'd missed this, with someone he chooses to be near him anyway, with someone who chooses to be here. He strokes his fingers gently along the back of Jesus's neck and lets him stay there as long as he will.

"I do too. I wish any of this made sense."

[hippie_ninja]

He exhales softly, gathering himself, brushing his lips against K's temple. "What made it okay for you to sign with Sara?"

[konstant]

"She needed a win," is the first thing that comes out of his mouth. She'd been upset with him in prison of course, but there was nothing any of them could do about that, not without signing a formal contract; and that was... before.

After all the grief from the pit, after Donna disappearing though, K had looked at Sara and seen something different. Something he could do something about.

"And I needed... something. Some space. Some room." Some time.