clackervolley | [ COLLEGE AU: GYRO AND JOLYNE ]

[ COLLEGE AU: GYRO AND JOLYNE ]

[ so. if this were a porno, it would be starting as a hideous cliche: a shirtless guy knocking on a girl's door, asking her for something. mercifully, there's no porno bass playing softly in the background, and gyro isn't here to deliver pizza or to fix a leaky faucet— he's announcing himself loudly at jolyne's apartment for another mundane reason, which he reveals without much ceremony once she answers his plaintive call. ]

Yo, Jolyne. You have any spare laundry detergent?

[ this would explain the shirtlessness. she's also free to note his lack of a "hello" or "is this a bad time", and the languid expression on his face, as if he expects her to just. you know, let him in. ]

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[ It may have actually been a bad time—it takes her a minute to answer the door, and when she does her tank top is on slightly twisted, and her breath is a little fast, like she'd been rushed.

Still, she doesn't complain at the interruption. She doesn't actually say anything for a beat, instead just staring at his bare chest, before eventually finally answering, wry. ]

What, did you stick all your shirts in the wash before you realized?

[ If he notices that she looks a little disheveled, he wisely stays mum about it: if only because pointing it out might result in him being thrown out onto his ass. ]

Yeah, and my dirty underwear too. So be a good Samaritan, or else I'm gonna have to show up at the shop looking like this.

[ A flourish to his general state of undress. ]

[ Her gaze flicks automatically to his crotch at that comment—just for a moment. ]

You're already pretty ridiculous standing in the hallway looking like that. Come on.

[ She steps out of the way and gestures him inside. ]

I've got some, but I've never been much of a good Samaritan, you know.

[ Jolyne may realize that Gyro isn't wearing his horribly tacky belt today, but no one ever needed it as a reminder of what he has packing under his pants, so there's that. He brushes past her and into the living room when he's invited in, finds a couch to flop on because...

...he might as well. ]

Hey, hey. I'm not asking you to do my laundry for me, am I? And not just because you'd give me hell.

If you asked me that I'd string your ass up for everyone on the block to see.

[ She's probably not serious. Probably.

She doesn't go to retrieve the detergent, though, instead just closing the door behind him and heading over to stand in front of the couch, raising her eyebrows and looking him over. ]

You'd share me with that many people, huh.

[ He says, with an edge of sarcasm: something he's learned from Johnny, most likely.

The feel of Jolyne's cushions isn't unfamiliar, and Gyro settles into them the way he has on the many occasions where he's demanded that she let him crash for one reason or another— Diego's trying to find him and he needs someplace to hide, his cousin Caesar is giving him hell about something embarrassing that Gyro said about him, the list goes on.

He's comfortable, but he also feels Jolyne's scrutiny, and so he beckons her over. ]

What is it. Got you at a bad time?

[ She crosses her arms, but heads over to sit sideways on the arm of the couch, bare feet on the cushions next to him. She's comfortable enough having him here, even in both their current states of undress, but there's a tension this time that isn't entirely explained by how hot he looks, which she's certainly noticed even when he has a shirt on.

Probably the rest of the explanation is in what he interrupted. ]

Yeah, it was, a little bit. Don't you know a girl needs some private time now and then?

[ Well. Her response is answer enough to his question and his previous suspicions, and consequently, Gyro doesn't do much to stop his mind from filling in the rest of the blanks. Jolyne's never been too shy about these things, anyway. ]

What, really? Hang a sock over your doorknob next time, then.

[ Do people even do that anymore? He doesn't know, but he raises a brow in something that comes close to being conspiratorial, sits up on the couch and scoots just a little nearer to her perch. ]

It's my fucking apartment, I don't need to announce it to the whole place.

[ Her tone isn't as hostile as her words, more put out than anything, and she doesn't seem particularly embarrassed about having announced it to Gyro, at least. She watches him move with some obvious interest, leaning forward slightly with her hands on her knees. ]

I wasn't expecting anyone.

Yeah, but when do I ever call in advance?

[ The answer is, of course, never. He doesn't sound too apologetic— he'd know if he was in serious trouble— and instead of pulling back, he just shuffles closer and crosses his arms over Jolyne's lap. Rests his chin on those forearms, even. ]

If you want me to leave, just say so, damn.

I didn't say that.

[ It's probably obvious why she's not kicking him out, really; her body feels hot even from having him this close, and she certainly doesn't complain at the contact, either, as it sends an immediate thrill through her.

But she hums in consideration and reaches out to touch his bare shoulder, just a single poke with her finger. ]

You can stay if you make it worth my while.

[ Their point of contact transfers Jolyne's heat to Gyro's skin, and Gyro grins about it; he isn't particularly coy himself, but there's a strange satisfaction in milking this for as long as he can.

But, well. Okay, he can't resist dipping his head down to teethe at her knee with all the playfulness of a big dog that should know better. ]

Equivalent exchange, huh. [ his voice is slightly muffled. ] Alright, I'll bite. [ HAHAHAAAA soooo funny ]

[ The graze of his teeth triggers a sharp intake of breath—and then she snorts, louder, at his 'joke' and to cover that reaction. On the one hand, she doesn't want to encourage him.

On the other hand she does kind of want to encourage him.]

...Then come on.

[ She grabs him by the jaw to tug his head up away from her knee and towards her. ]

[ It's an opening and an invitation, and Gyro takes it gladly: it's with a last private snicker that he cranes up to meet Jolyne's tilt, pressing his lips against hers in a kiss that isn't chaste at all. One hand brushes Jolyne's bangs from her face, tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear and traces the outline of its shell. ]

[ She slides her arm around him as she kisses back hard, like she's trying to suppress that annoying snicker by force. It's hot, even at this awkward angle, both the press of his lips and the fact that he took the hint so easily, and after a moment, she slides down from her seat on the couch arm to straddle his lap instead. ]

[ The new addition of weight on his lap has Gyro shift under her knees to adjust, but he doesn't break contact— if anything, he makes more of it, takes Jolyne's upper lip between his and sucks with a hint of playfulness. One hand settles on her back and rides it down, down the curve of her spine, tucks just below the waistband of her low pants and plays at her hip. ]

Ah—mm.

[ She breaks away from this kiss at that to mouth along his jaw, a little haphazard, distracted by his hand on her skin, before talking again. ]

You're pretty hot when you're trying...

[ He snorts, goes forehead to forehead with Jolyne while his hands still knead softly at the curve of her waist. ]

What the hell is that supposed to mean, 'when I'm trying'. I don't need to try.

[ She tilts her head a little against his in mock-consideration, though he can feel her breath coming a little quick against his lips. ]

Hmm, maybe I should just say "when you're not ruining it"? Losing your shirt definitely helps, though.

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Who's the one ruining shit right now? I hope you can feel my boner wilting.

[ Spoilers: his boner is not, in fact, wilting. Being close to her's never been anything but completely welcome, and despite his grumbling, he dips back down to work his lips over hew jaw, down her neck, and over to her shoulder. ]

[ She exposes her neck more for him, sensitive enough that the brush of his lips sends tiny sparks through her.

...But there's an obvious response to that comment, and she doesn't see any reason not to go for it, so she runs her hand down his bare chest before turning it to press her palm firmly against the front of his pants, feeling the status of his boner. ]

I dunno, I'm not really feeling it.

[ Teasing, but her voice is rough enough with arousal that it doesn't manage to sound very critical. ]

[ The status of his boner is half-hard, and the pressure of Jolyne's hand against the front of his crotch helps it along. Jolyne would be able to feel the bob of Gyro's throat against her neck, a thick swallow that makes his breath catch. What follows it is a light laugh. ]

Feel around for it, come on. It's big, you won't miss it.

[ He'd append that with "I should've worn that belt"— everyone knows which belt he's talking about— but he bites it down in favor of busying himself with cupping Jolyne's chest over her thin tank top. ]

[ She lets out a laugh of her own at that, genuine, not even teasing or mean-spirited; that's too ridiculous to even take seriously. Her breath catches in turn when his hand goes to her chest, though; she's clearly not wearing a bra under her top, and her breasts fit easily into his hand.

Then she finds the curve of his erection, running her fingers over it deliberately. ]

Wow, you're right~ So big~ I bet your cock is amazing~

[ She does manage to sound incredibly sarcastic. ]

[ Sarcasm is fine with him. It's one of those things that he either misses completely or finds to be a challenge; he catches on this time around, snickers about it as he thinks for an appropriate response. ]

Laugh it up while you can. Pretty soon I'll have you talking like that D'Arby guy, remember him? One of the shitty professors you had a few months ago?

[ He slides his hand under her top, rolls his thumb over the curve of her chest and squeezes lightly. ]

'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

[ Does this kind of talk ever work in his favor? It definitely doesn't. ]

Oh my fucking god. Don't remind me of him while I've got my hand on your dick, I might decide to rip it off. What a creep.

[ Thoroughly appalled at what he considers to be good sexy talk, but also a little into it despite herself; he'd have to work a lot harder than that to be a complete turnoff at this point.

Having made that half-hearted threat, she does in fact move her hand to unfasten his pants as she continues talking. ]

He always seemed like the kind of guy who thinks he's so smooth but just fucks his RealDoll all the time when he's at home. I hope you can do a little better than that.

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