Thief x Detective RP (Zombie_In_A_Box x EmbracingAnime)

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jackson smiled, nodding slightly. "I can't disagree with that." The blond chuckled before taking a gulp of his beer as worry settled into his eyes. The other seemed to be set on getting himself drunk. Hey, maybe that would be a chance for him to get into his apartment? Then this whole night would be incredibly good!

 

As his eyes trailed over the loose strands of black hair, Jackson found himself thinking how good the man looked. The whole messy look just fit Chase so well... The blond shifted on the chair slightly, biting down on his lip while trying to not think of what he wanted to do so desperately.

 

"Me? Well... I don't really have anyone to come here with. Maybe you want to change that?" Jackson grinned with a soft laugh, running a hand through his messy hair. He just had to keep the conversation simple, right? This thought was what had him with a terrified look on his face when he heard the question. The man managed to get his expression under control quickly, but the fact that Fulton managed to take note of it so fast was scary.

 

"It's new, but I find it good for now. Well, as good as being a janitor can be." Jackson chuckled, downing his beer before pushing the bottle away. "Another." He murmured to the bartender, resting his head in his palm for a moment. "I'd so like to be a detective or something, though... It sounds way more interesting than mopping floors until your back hurts like hell."

[EmbracingAnime]

His awareness waning, Chase failed to catch the flirty innuendos being sent his way. The conversation ceased to flow coherently through his mind, some details slipping through breaks in his attention. "What? Ah, sure. Maybe going out for a drink together would be a good change of pace, for the both of us. It would personally help me get my mind off things...," his train of thought was interrupted, by another swig.

 

As the conversation bounced back and forth between the two, Chase's mind drifted idly, until Jackson casually mentioned something about becoming a detective. Though he struggled with focusing his wavering cognition, Chase sharpened his attention, for as long as he could. "Becoming a detective isn't something to be taken lightly. It's dangerous, and you'll end up alone and jaded, if you aren't strong enough. You're better off, not seeing the ugly truth," he confessed, voice firm yet tinged with bitter sadness.

 

He downed the remainder of his drink, relieved that his drunkenness was blurring the disturbing memories that resurfaced. "Another," Chase shouted a little too loudly. The bartender shook his head, with an amused smile. "This is the first time I've seen you like this. You used to hold your liquor much better." "Are you going to fill my glass or not," Chase snapped impatiently. There wasn't a trace of his rigid facade anywhere. "Chase, I think you've had enough for the night," the bartender replied, already setting aside the empty glass to be washed. Though he was rejected politely, Chase clicked his tongue in irritation. "Tch, fine. I'll call it a night then."

 

Fumbling through his wallet, he eventually handed over the correct amount of cash. "Will you be alright getting home?" The bartender watched his partially disoriented customer with concern. Chase shoved his wallet into his coat pocket, hastily standing to his feet. "Yeah. Yeah. I'll be fi-," his overconfident words were cut short, as he lost his balance. Miraculously, his reflexes were quick enough to catch himself. Bracing himself against the cold granite of the bar, Chase frowned. The subtle taste of iron swirled in his mouth. He had bit his tongue. For a long moment, Chase failed to realize that he was leaning over Jackson and invading his personal space. When the intimate distance came to his attention, his reaction wasn't as dramatic as usual. "Ah, sorry," he said frankly, while straightening himself. "See, you're in no condition to go home unsupervised." "Unsupervised? I'm not a child," Chase hissed at the bartender, his glaring softened by his drunken eyes.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Honestly, Jackson was surprised when Chase agreed to going for a drink with him more often. "I'll keep this in mind, then." He grinned lightly, gulping down his beer. The blond looked around the bar, a quiet sigh slipping past his thin lips. Continuing the conversation seemed to get easier the drunker Chase got - until he decided to talk about the 'ugly truth'. Hearing all that actually made Jackson feel bad for him. He tried to think of how to reply, but didn't find the right words. Hell, he knew exactly what the ugly truth was. Being a criminal got you nothing good, except for all the free shit. He really wished he could just throw this whole thing away, but it wasn't that easy.

 

The man watched with slight amusement as the other yelled for another, but was refused. Meanwhile, he sipped his beer, setting the bottle down as a small smile pulled at his lips. Jeez, he never realized how different people could get when drunk. Chase seemed so cold all the time, but now... Well, now he was anything but cold. As he stood up, Chase had just picked up his bottle - he nearly dropped it when the man ended up leaning against him after losing his balance.

 

The closeness between them had his heart stopping just for a moment. He found himself looking straight into those drunken eyes, slowly sinking into their depths... And then they were gone. Jackson blinked a few times before setting the bottle down and taking out his wallet. "I can take him home." He offered, pulling out the money needed. He smiled at the bartender, the smile soon turning into a grin. "As long as my bike isn't gone in the morning, I'll just call a taxi and make sure he gets home safely. Sound good?" He asked, the question directed to both Chase and the bartender.

[EmbracingAnime]

The bartender shrugged. "Fine by me. I'll leave him in your care then." Chase looked back and forth between the two, unable to keep up with the pace. "Hey, don't go making decisions without me," he interjected but sighed, realizing he would probably have no say in the matter. "Whatever," he mumbled, yielding to Jackson's proposal.

 

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Chase stepped outside. His trench coat undulated, in the brisk, night air. Dry leaves tumbled along the sidewalk. They crunched underfoot, as Chase leaned against a nearby gas lamp. Its gentle glow gleamed in his eyes and bathed him in soft light. Vaporous puffs of warm breath rolled past his shoulders. In spite of the surrounding, concrete jungle, there was a dreamy aura to the scene. However, such serenity came to an abrupt end, once Chase opened his mouth.

 

"Damn it's cold," he grumbled to himself, rubbing his palms together. He breathed into them, but his fingertips remained cold. A chilly gust of wind ruffled his sheen hair. He sneezed, his nose reddening. If he continued to neglect his current state (such as his coat that began to slip off his shoulders), he'd surely catch a cold. "I really appreciate you doing this," Chase quietly confessed, his attention now returning to Jackson. A part of him hoped his rare expression of gratitude was muffled by the never-ending bustle of city nightlife.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jackson held back a smile, his lips barely twitching as he put on his leather jacket, zipping it up as he grabbed his scarf. He got cold easily, what could he say? The blond followed after Chase, ready to catch him if he lost his balance again. He himself took alcohol pretty well, so he was just nicely buzzed from the two bottles that he'd drunk.

 

"Of course it's cold when you're like this... Come on." Jackson sighed as he stopped the other and fixed his coat, zipping it up. "Just keep your hands in your pockets, they'll stay warm that way." He muttered, letting out a smile. Technically, this guy was supposed to be his enemy, but... He hated the mafia way more than Chase, if he was honest. He could've even liked Chase, maybe not just for his body.

 

Jackson felt a small, warm tug somewhere in his chest when he heard those soft, murmured words. "I'm glad you let me do that." He laughed, glancing back at him with a warm look in his eyes. "Is your house nearby or should I get us a taxi?" He asked as he stopped, his own hands in his pockets, curled into fists to keep them warm. He wanted to move somewhere where it was always hot, he couldn't stand the cold...

[EmbracingAnime]

Mind aimlessly wandering, Chase studied Jackson's face, as his coat was readjusted for him. He watched his eyelashes flit over those crystal, blue eyes. "Damn, you've got long eyelashes," he remarked, his mental filter dissolving in alcohol. Surely, he'd dread facing Jackson, after sobering up (if he could even remember).

 

Their warm breaths encircled their close heads, like wispy halos. Chase could feel the slight heat radiating off Jackson's body. Physical contact would prove more effective than his thin pockets, but he was sober enough to restrain his impulses and lax mind. "Thanks," he mumbled, self-conscious of his helpless state. Though, he didn't dwell long on such bashfulness for long. Once Jackson stepped back, Chase was surprised, by the slight disappointment weighing on his heart.

 

Though he tried, sorting out his thoughts and emotions only confused him more. His temples throbbed. It would be best not to overthink things, in his current condition. "I live nearby. It's a walking distance from here," Chase said, pointing in the direction of his elite, apartment building. Another frigid gust of wind blew past them. Chase shivered. "Come on. Let's get out of the cold." Lingering not a second more, he started down the sidewalk.

 

Occasionally, Chase would stumble over uneven slabs of concrete and into the path of others or Jackson. After several, blundering minutes, the two made it to Chase's, in one piece. "Hey, Jerry," Chase called out nonchalantly. The doorman hesitantly nodded, baffled by the casual change in Chase. "G-Good evening, Mr. Fulton. Had a little to drink did we? " He smiled, exchanging glances with Jackson. "I see you have company. It's nice to see you socializing more. Well then, good night." He was sincerely happy, in Chase's apparent improvement.

 

"Uh, yeah," Chase muttered, his attention divided. A tall, burly man was approaching fast. He pushed through the giant, glass doors, nearly knocking Chase over. "Watch it," he growled, before storming off into the night. Chase scratched his head. "I sincerely apologize for that! I should've-" Chase put up an unsteady hand, cutting the doorman off. "Don't worry about it," he said and guided Jackson up into his suite. Watching them leave, the doorman sighed, already predicting Chase's opposite reaction to tonight's events in the morning. He hoped to be spared.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jackson chuckled at the remark, winking as if to show his "long eyelashes" off. Inside, though, the compliment really made him feel good... All compliments made him feel good. Yes, even he sometimes got self-conscious! He adored people telling him he looked good, especially during sex.

 

The blond nodded lightly when the other said they could just walk. He didn't mind, mostly because he had to get Chase home either way... Plus, maybe he'd find the locket this way. Who knew, maybe it was just kept in the top drawer of a desk, or in the silverware drawer! People found the most ridiculous places to hide their valuables. Like, for example, shoes in their closet. No one would think of checking there.

 

Every time Chase stumbled over something, Jackson reached out to help him regain balance, sometimes letting his touch linger a bit. Who knew... Maybe he'd even get lucky tonight. Once they reached the door, Jackson smiled a bit sheepishly at the doorman, muttering a quiet apology for Chase before following him inside. As the guy pushed past them, Jackson couldn't resist the urge to stick his foot out a bit to have the guy trip. When he turned around angrily, the thief blinked in surprise, put on an apologetic smile and just left. That made him feel a little bit better...

 

"Do you mind if I come in for a bit? I'll just call a cab and be out of here." Jackson asked as he smiled, looking around curiously. Man, this guy had to be rich as hell...

[EmbracingAnime]

Chase fumbled with his keys. He strained his eyes, trying to focus on their blurring edges. It was futile: They all merged into one, indistinct jumble of metal. Self-conscious of how clumsy he looked, Chase turned red with embarrassment. He blushed all the way to his ears, as he tried each key. Their noisy jingling echoed down the long, dim hallway. Thankfully, only four residents occupied every floor, so the disturbed neighbors would be low. Still, dealing with a complaint in the middle of the night filled Chase with dread. He was already unwelcome, due to his lack of nobility and inferior wealth. The ruckus would only ostracize him more. Though he couldn't care less about such shallow matters, he didn't want to be on the receiving end of an elite's wrath.

 

As luck would have it, the last key fit. Chase sighed, pushing the door open. "Ah, sure. There's a phone in the entryway, if you need to use it. Please, make yourself at home." Removing his shoes, Chase locked the door and padded across the smooth marble. He reached for a box of matches sitting on the fireplace mantel. A crisp snap sounded through the room, as he struck a match too hard. Cursing under his breath, Chase tossed the broken halves into the fireplace and tried again.

 

Soon, soft crackling filled the house. Flickering light and shadows danced around the living room. A sweet aroma seeped from the cherry wood and wafted through the warming air. Exhausted, Chase slumped into a leather armchair. His dark eyes glowed a vibrant orange, with the reflecting fire. He removed his tie, letting the silky fabric slip through his fingers and onto the curly rug. He closed his heavy eyes. "Sorry, I need to sit for a minute," he said across the room. Though he felt guilty not being a proper host for Jackson, he wanted nothing more than to relax.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jackson could feel a smile stretching out across his face as he watched Chase trying to find the right key. Oh dear god, his whole face turned red! The blond thought about offering help, but instead bit down on his lip to hold in a laugh, lightly rubbing his nose. Yes, it was extremely amusing to watch... Especially since the detective looked so goddamn cute.

 

"Thank you." Jackson muttered as he stepped inside, for a moment freezing in awe. The entrance room alone looked so expensive, how the hell could the man pay for this apartment? He shook his head slightly, nibbling on his lip as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the wall hanger. Even if he did call a cab, he'd have to wait for it to come and that may take a while.

 

As he stepped into the living room, his breath was taken away by Chase, again. He bit down on his lip, thinking only of exposing more and more of that pale skin. "Come on, you'll fall asleep here if you stay like this. I'll help you get to your bedroom." The blond murmured as he stepped closer, offering his hand for the man. In the meanwhile, he tried, he really did, not to look too much at the other. No one could blame him for wanting something, right? Especially if that something was so good...

 

"Where's your bedroom?" Jackson asked softly, pulling the other up. He wrapped an arm around his shoulders, just to make sure he wouldn't fall - that, however, brought them closer together. He could feel the other's breath on his chest...

[EmbracingAnime]

Chase yawned, exhaling his whiskey breath into Jackson's neck. He grumbled something incoherent, as he braced himself against Jackson's warm body. He could feel the man's firm muscles tense beneath his shirt. "I'm fine. I don't need help walking around my own-," as he pushed himself away, his balance faltered. Thankfully, his reflexes saved him. He gripped Jackson's sleeve tightly. "Fine, I guess a little help wouldn't hurt," he mumbled, frustrated with his own helplessness.

 

Leaning against Jackson for support, Chase guided them into the suite's master bedroom. Seamless windows spanned the long stretch of wall overlooking the glittering, city lights below. An expensive, curly rug sprawled out beneath a grand bed. Dark, silky sheets stretched over the wide mattress. Chase imagined sinking into his warm, inviting covers.

 

Breaking away from Jackson, Chase flopped onto his bed, face down. The thick blankets muffled his satisfied groan. After tackling his hectic day, returning home to a comfortable bed was always gratifying. Laying there eased his tension and made him realize just how tired he was. He didn't think he could even find the strength to properly change into his sleepwear.

 

His mind drifted off, for awhile, before remembering Jackson's presence. Chase lazily turned over, giving Jackson a sleepy smile. "Thanks again," he yawned, scratching his stomach. "You're a good man." He supposed having a friend wasn't too bad. Perhaps, it was time he stop enduring everything on his own.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jackson rolled his eyes as the other attempted to push away, grabbing him the moment he lost his balance again. The blond smiled slightly when Chase finally admitted to needing some help and just helped him get to the bedroom, hopefully without hitting anything on the way there. With one arm wrapped around his waist, just a little bit too low to be just friendly, Jackson's fingers crept up underneath his shirt, grabbing onto him there to make sure he didn't fall.

 

At the bedroom, the thief watched quietly as he fell down on the bed, the muffled groan reaching his ears either way. With another smile tugging at his lips, Jackson leaned down against the other, gently unbuttoning his shirt. "Believe me, if you sleep in this, you'll regret it in the morning." He murmured, letting his fingers slide over his skin. His touch was gentle, light, barely enough to feel anything.

 

Watching Chase lay there with his shirt completely unbuttoned, appearing so helpless... Jackson definitely wanted to do things. Hey, maybe the man wouldn't even remember anything in the morning. With a soft exhale, the blond leaned down, his hands placed on both sides of the other's waist, still allowing him to pull away if he didn't want this.

[EmbracingAnime]

A small, naive smile brightened Chase's generally solemn face. He believed the unbuttoning was coupled with good intentions. Surely, the younger man was just being caring, even if it was a little excessive. He chuckled lightly. "I think I can manage undressing mysel-," Chase drew in a hasty breath, flinching at Jackson's sudden touch. He shivered slightly, as the blonde's cold fingers brushed over him. His abs tensed with chills. A small ounce of guilt twinged his heart. His neglect to make his guest warm and comfortable was poor hospitality. However, the piddling qualm was immediately buried beneath Chase's unease.

 

Was he so drunk he was hallucinating now? If so, were his subconscious desires? What did that say about him? Chase's mind reeled with frantic confusion. His lack of romantic experiences put him at a disadvantage. Jackson, however, seemed smooth and unfazed, as if he were simply going through the motions. Chase wondered when the night's pace escalated. He suddenly remembered the blonde's flirty demeanor at the bar. His eyes widened, as the dots connected.

 

Trying to sit up, Chase recoiled, as Jackson leaned in. His cheeks felt warm. He reassured himself that it was just body heat radiating off Jackson (and not his self-consciousness again). He tried laughing it off, but his voice wavered. "You must be drunk." It sounded more like Chase was trying to convince himself. His body wouldn't move. He remained frozen in place, captured by Jackson's cool gaze. He felt penetrated by those blue eyes and realized how vulnerable he was.

 

 

(OOC: I assumed Jackson's leaning position was over Chase's face. Like a halted kiss. Please let me know, if I misread the situation, so I can edit my post as needed. Thank you. U v U Ah, I also made Jackson's fingers cold. Is taking the liberty of small details godmodding? Please stop me, if I overstep any bounds.)

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jackson watched carefully, keeping his hands in the same place. They were usually warm; well, not during such weather. In general, his body was always warm - starting from his fingers to his, let's say, chest. His mother used to say it was because he had a warm heart... Slowly and gently, he trailed his fingers down a little bit, resting them just above the other's belt. He seemed to have startled the man... Maybe he shouldn't do this after all.

 

"You're the one drunk here. I'm just a little... Buzzed." The blond smiled, pulling one hand away to trail a few fingers over his chest. "You could always tell me to leave. Will you?" Jackson asked with the smallest hint of teasing in his voice as he continued leaning closer, but instead going for a direct kiss, he pressed his lips against the man's neck. His lips were soft, just as gentle as his other touches.

 

"You seemed so tense, won't you let me relax you completely?" He smiled against Chase's skin, slowly trailing his lips up. For now, he genuinely wanted to sleep with the man. Once that was over... He could search for the locket and be gone before he woke up. That would be the best course of action, at least he thought so.

 

((Yeah, you got the position correctly As for small details, I'd rather you not take control of them when it comes to Jackson ^^" I find small details important at times, so it's better if I think of them myself ^^))