Gathering Post

[londoncallingmods]

The best thing about London was that there was always something to do, no matter what your interests were. This weekend there was a jazz festival in Bloomsbury, an ale festival that would take you through a drunken train tour of the city, an African culture festival near Covent Garden, and several movie screenings, parties, and other pockets of fun.

Tourists were flooding in from all over, and many Londoners were slipping off to, or coming back from, their latest trips to Barcelona, Paris, or Ibiza. The weather was warm, and it had been fairly dry and sunny lately- Really, it was the perfect place to be right now. ...At least that's what anyone who wasn't heading off to some tropical wonderland would tell you at least.

As day faded into evening, bars came alive and shop windows lit up, inviting in tourists and locals alike. The city buzzed well into the night, calming only briefly in the morning, before bursting back into life again.

(Have your pup be anywhere in the city you like. This GP is intended to take place over the course of Sat and Sun, but will be open all week long! Remember to add your pup's tag after you tag in!)

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[jageskro]

"'Course," Jag easily agreed. He gently disentangled himself and pushed himself up to go and investigate. "That it?" he asked, holding up something that looked to him like it might be a heating pad. He'd never had to use one before, so how would he know.

[hollow_moon]

"That's the one, thank you," Val grinned, sitting up slightly to take it.

It only took a moment to set it up, and soon he was settled back in, reaching for Jag with one hand. "I feel like a little old man," he laughed. "God, I hope this is better in the morning."

[jageskro]

Jag settled back down beside him, careful not to disturb him from the position he had chosen as - least uncomfortable, probably. "It'll be," he stated confidently, as if he'd seen Val go through it before. "And better yet the day after."

[hollow_moon]

Val slipped his arms around Jag, settling in against him with a soft sigh.

"You should stay tonight," he said softly. "Indulge my whims, stay here with me."

[jageskro]

Jag laughed at the offer, or mostly the way it was phrased. "You know how to talk to a bloke. 'Please stay and be my slave tonight.'" He kissed the end of Val's jaw, right underneath his ear, where the stubble ended. "I thought you wanted to sleep."

There wouldn't be many whims to indulge if Val was asleep. And he wasn't even thinking sexual whims, ta - though he certainly wouldn't turn down giving Val a blow job, if he was up for it. If.

[hollow_moon]

"Wont want to sleep when I wake up," Val countered, smiling at the kiss.

[jageskro]

Jag grinned. "I don't know. Do I get to dive in your liquor cabinet while you're napping?" He was pretty sure Val had one of those. A liquor cabinet. A proper one, even.

[hollow_moon]

Val laughed, rolling closer and nuzzling at Jag's neck.

"If you want, help yourself. ...Just leave the absinthe, I'm saving it for something special," he grinned.

[jageskro]

Jag hummed happily at the nuzzling, and kissed the nearest patch of skin, trailing his hand up and down Val's arm. "What kind is it? I'll leave it be anyway."

[hollow_moon]

"Suisse Grande Distillerie Lyonnaise," Val replied, smiling faintly. "I plan on serving it at my next dinner party."

[jageskro]

Swiss, then, Jag figured, if he'd heard that first word right. The rest didn't mean a thing to it. 'White or green' had been more like his actual question, but he'd have his answer when he saw the bottle. "I'll leave it alone," he promised.

Especially if that meant that everything else was fair game.