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Hakkai pours himself another glass - sake, this time - before settling in more comfortably on the sofa, doing his best not to dislodge Jeep (or lean away from the men to either side of him.)

This one he's drinking more slowly: he doesn't want to race Jedao, either, even if it's something of a question which of their metabolisms would really handle the alcohol better. But someone is going to have to make sure they all get poured into bed. And it is a good liquor, besides.

Speaking of which....

"If you need to crash here, afterwards, I've got blankets for the couch," he offers to Gojyo. No pressure, and it's certainly too soon (maybe always too soon) to offer a space in their bed: but still.

If he gets any encouragement, he's a possessive man.

"And I've got more of your cigarettes in the study. I can bring 'em out here later," Jedao adds on.

Gojyo makes a face at the sheer amount of bitter alcohol he swallowed in one go, before tossing back:

"Man, you guys must be so bored when I'm not around."

No he can't reply sincerely to being so earnestly included; he'd have an allergic reaction.

He might not be able to reply sincerely, but Hakkai hears the yeah, okay, whatever in the tossed-off comment, and grins behind his glass.

"So bored," he agrees ingenuously. "Nothing to do but think up places in the cabin we haven't had sex yet to cross them off the list."

It's three-quarters teasing, and one-quarter a sly attempt to sneak the image into Gojyo's mind, now that the offer has been explicitly made and left open.

"Don't worry," he adds, now entirely teasing, and downs another mouthful of sake. "I make sure everything's well scrubbed afterwards."

Jedao bursts into tipsy giggles.

"I was being so good, Hakkai-shei, I wasn't going to say anything," he exclaims, pressing his face against Hakkai's back while he quivers through the laughter. Peaking back over Hakkai's shoulder, he adds,

"But you should watch one of my shows with me, Hakkai is too sensible for harem dramas if he isn't participating."

Gojyo almost chokes on his cigarette like an amateur, and turns away to cough.

Normally he's all for sex jokes - hell, he's the one cracking them most of the time - but being reminded of Hakkai and Jedao's sex life right now... it's a little uncomfortable.

He's definitely not imagining anything. No image comes unbidden to his mind. Nothing about how some of the things he and Armand have been doing, he could be doing with Hakk--

"--H-how do you know I'm not into super serious dramas only anyway."

Hakkai's smugness about the absolutely-as-intended landing of his home is undercut by Jedao's extremely accurate crack about harem dramas he's a part of: he shoots Jedao a dry glance, but stays leaning comfortably against both of them.

"I think Jedao has a wide selection of dramas," he muses. Serious is an option... not that he thinks Gojyo wouldn't also appreciate the romantic dramas.

Jedao leans a little farther over Hakkai.

"Sha Gojyo, you look me dead in the eye and tell me you'd rather watch the 21-generation, 343-planet nomadic semi-historical quasi-tragic serious literary military epic A Dream of Ten Doorways than The Victorious Beauties of Hyacinth Moon."

But be careful, because if you pull it off he will absolutely bully you into watching Ten Doorways instead.

"I suppose I could consider expanding my taste to include more, ah, mainstream media."

Beauties does seem to suggest there are boobs involved. Gojyo is not so ready for purely gay porn yet.

"He'll appreciate having someone who pays attention to the dramas," Hakkai confides to Gojyo. "I usually just knit."

And while spending time together is nice, he's aware he's not properly appreciative of the media.

Jedao huffs a laugh and has another gulp of liquor.

"You'll like it. I've been putting it off for ages because it's mostly women as major players, but it's supposed to be a classic of romantic intrigue."

Yes, there are boobs involved. Jedao will be watching it for the plot, and also for the opportunity to get Gojyo used to having frustrated boners on their couch.

Gojyo drains the rest of his glass - he beat Jedao, hah! disregarding Jedao being like six glasses ahead - before refilling it.

"Fine, fine, I'll watch your stupid show. As long as the actresses are pretty. You--" he says as he bumps his shoulder against Hakkai's -- "are just not used to finding artistic merit in every art form. Do better."

~~Gojyo maybe has some experience with that, come this point.~~

"I'm sure it has artistic merit," Hakkai protests mildly. "I just prefer other kinds of media."

Books, mostly. Although it's harder to enjoy those in company, and Jedao's shows are perfectly good background noise....

Mildly embarrassed, he glances down at his sake just in time to catch Jeep trying a taste.

"Jeep! That's mine."

"Appallingly pretty. I don't know how where the Andan find them." Probably the Andan make them, technically.

"Naughty boy," Jedao coos at Jeep, in a tone that can't possibly be construed as anything but doting. "But it's not fair, is it? The rest of us all have a treat. Maybe I should get him juice, or something."

~~Get him more comfortable with it, then.~~

Okay, Gojyo is officially interested in these dramas. For purely artistic reasons.

"He'd probably get wasted with just a mouthful of alcohol, with how small he is."

Let's not get into the ethics of 'is it ethical to allow your sentient(??) pet to get drunk'. Somehow, Gojyo wouldn't be surprised if Jeep turned out to have a killer tolerance.

"He probably would, and I'm sure it's not good for him," Hakkai says firmly, easing his way out from between Jedao's lean on his shoulder and Gojyo's knee against his. There's a pretty little enameled jar on the shelf full of dried meat snacks for Jeep, which are much better for him than stealing chokecherry brandy.

"Only we get to get wasted," Jedao agrees, a little tongue-in-cheek, his faux lofty expression breaking into a grin.

With Hakkai gone from between them, Jedao pointedly looks at his ass, then back to Gojyo, and waggles his eyebrows.

...Fff.

Look, it's not like Jedao isn't hot (Gojyo has eyes), but Gojyo doesn't actually-- Well. Whatever he feels for Hakkai doesn't extend to Jedao. And joint leering at Hakkai isn't--

He can feel his face embarrassingly heating up, and looks away, draining his glass.

Jedao sighs, struggling not to let himself go maudlin about it. This is good! This is all good. Gojyo wants to stay. They're going to watch melodramatic shows together.

He doesn't expect Gojyo to feel about him the way that they do about Hakkai. It just hurts, every time, that there's no avenue of connection or shred of shared joy he can find to offer that Gojyo is willing to try with him. No matter how small, or silly, or silent.

Jedao takes a long drink and then closes his eyes, leaning into the hollow place on the couch where Hakkai's warmth was.

Gojyo is two strong drinks in, which isn't drunk-drunk, but sober enough to tell that hurt Jedao's feelings, and still drunk enough to feel confident enough to give Jedao's shoulder a shove. Stop that.

Jedao opens his eyes to glare at him. Gojyo gets to dislike him; he doesn't get to demand that Jedao be happy and not care about it.

"No matter how nice the boobs are, I'm not watching shows with a sad-sack."

Stop that, basically. Gojyo doesn't dislike him. ~~Also "sorry"~~.

"Wow, what was that, a whole twenty seconds before you found an excuse to back out."

Fire and ash, why did he even bother trying.

Ugh--

"Look, I don't know what the hell you're expecting from tonight, but take your horny-ass assumptions and shove 'em somewhere!"

"I was hoping I could get you to smile, and not even at me."

But that's what Gojyo thinks of him, of course.

"I'll temper my fucking expectations in future."

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