Make Some Noise (Jacques)

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Jacques nodded, "savvy. Thanks man. Do you mind if I pop in every now and then? I mean, there can't always be something to do, right? Got a roommate?" That was a stupid question - Ainsley most likely had a roommate, so why was he even bothering to ask? He nodded, not putting too much thought into the phrase once Ainsley insisted that it was a saying. "Had me at that one," he grinned.

"In love with someone?" He repeated, almost in awe of the simile. Love was something that Jacques never and definitely didn't want to experience. Manual wasn't good for him then. "The car, huh," he mused, rubbing his forehead in thought. Yeah, it probably was possible to fall in love with a non-human object, but still a little awkward. Wait... the thing wouldn't care about what you did, it had no feelings. It actually sounded pretty swell. It was a genius idea.

"My family," he rolled over to his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows and picking at the grass, "it's my dad, my mum and my little brother Xavier. I prolly shouldn't say that he's little though, he's already a freshman," Jacques noted. "Oh, and Bianca. I can't forget about my little girl," he smiled fondly.

Jacques grinned, "ah, I like your way of thinking," he declared. He was probably never going to have kids though - maybe he was, but kids that he had no idea about. And then one day they'd show up on his doorstep-! Ugh, unpleasant thoughts. He shook his head to clear it, focusing just as Ainsley screamed 'yolo'. "You only live once, huh?" He nodded, raising an eyebrow as Ainsley started laughing.

To him it was a strange sound - not like the laughs he was used to, but as long as it sounded happy, Jacques was fine with it. He wasn't too much of a suspecting person. Whatever that saying meant, it was still true; one only lived once. "Hm..." Jacques looked over at Ainsley, "got anything up your sleeve?"

[Ainsley Cooper]

"I don thank I'm ever going ta love anybody." He said matter of fact. "Just doesn't seem like somethang that'd happen to me, you know, the whole head ovah heels, fluttering heart, not being able ta talk an all that, it ain't gonna happen, I just... I can' imagine it." He sat up, looking Jacques over.

"You have a kid?" He asked confused. "Or is Bianca a girl friend....?" He squinted his eyes, trying to figure it out. Ainsley had his moments of genius, he was fairly good at sciences and even did well in math. He was people smart enough to know how to piss them off, but he was still a country kid and was not always the brightest crayon in the box.

Ainsley stretched, smiling. "Why thank ya, I like ya so far too." Maybe this making friends thing wasn't so bad. He had vowed to not make any this year, but... it's a lot easier ta make them, it'll pass the time, won't it? he thought to himself. He shook out his sleeves to indicate that nothing was in them. "Not'in in mah sleeves as far as I can tell." He said, choosing to ignore the obvious meaning of the question. "I got some spray paint in mah bag though, I know there's an old shed in the forest, we coul' always go tag it." He suggested. "We could go make some art." He smiled mischievously.

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Jacques grinned, liking the boy more and more by the second. "Don't expect me to school you on love. I feel the same way you do," he assured. "Personally, I think having a girl or guy takes the fun out of life. It restricts you and all that," Jacques made a face. Nope. He wasn't going to fall in love anytime soon. "Imagination, it's a wonderful thing, isn't it!" He loved making up all kinds of stories with no solid foundation.

He couldn't help laughing, "I don't have any kids," he grinned, "that I know of, at least. Bianca's a nice name for a girl, isn't it?" Jacques decided. If he ever decided to adopt a kid for the heck of it, Bianca was going up be her name. "Actually, she's my dog," he told Ainsley. "A standard black poodle. She's a beautiful girl," Jacques explained proudly. He loved the dog to death.

Jacques rolled his eyes as the other physically shook his sleeves out. He obviously hadn't meant that, but was holding on to the fact that Ainsley did actually know what he meant. "Wanna let me check?" Jacques asked, raising his eyebrows and smirking widely.

"Graffiti sounds like a good idea too… if I had any artistic talent," Jacques said, "but never mind! Let's just go so that you may teach me the art of brightening life with colors," he said, pulling on a serious face.

[Ainsley Cooper]

"If yer talkin' about using yer hand, then yes, imagination can be a lot of fun, can't it?" He joked back with a sick grin. Ainsley had a perverted streak, it just didn't show as often. He was still mostly a virgin, he had given a boy head before, and had gotten it, but going all the way? It had never happened, Ainsley used his hand a lot. He wanted it... As dumb as it sounded with either someone important to him, or someone really hot. He wasn't too picky at this point. He knew he didn't want to die a virgin and that was enough for him.

"A poodle?" Ainsley questioned, raising an eyebrow. "They're the ones with the stupid poofs on em, ain't they?" He asked. Ainsley's exposure to dogs were the mutts around the trailer park. He didn't think he knew one purebred dog. "I never had a dog... The big ones kinda scare me a bit, the dogs in my park weren't very friendly, people used 'em as guard dogs."

He held out his arms to the boy with a laugh. Now that he was getting to know him, the contact was not something he needed to avoid, especially since Jacques had already mentioned he didn't want an attachment. "Search all you like." He added. "Just don't go too far! I'm not that kind o' gal." Ainsley giggled in a very girly manner, and brought one hand up to cover his mouth.

"Alright, let's go then. Ya dun need ta be good at art to graffiti, that's the joy of it." He grinned, slipping his bag over his shoulder. The cans in the bag rattled as the bag moved. He headed into the forest at the edge of the school grounds and the small shed as about a hundred feet in. Just far enough to not be seen from the school, but not so far out that it was a long walk. The windows had been broken and the empty spaces stared into the forest like blank eyes. "Places like this always give me the creeps." Ainsley muttered, unzipping his bag. "I got black, white, yellow and purple. Which one ya want?" He asked.

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Jacques, being the type of person he was, caught on immediately, making a large smirk blossom on his face. "A hand only?" He questioned semi-seriously, "is that really all you want? I can give you more," he said, expression changing into a lopsided grin. What? Any chance of getting laid was a good chance! He had no shame about his dirty habits and really didn't care too much about what others thought about them.

He nodded, frowning as Ainsley referred to the showy French poodles. "Nah, my girl's got a normal hair cut. It's more or less even - no poofs anywhere unless my parents forget to get her a cut," oh, that wasn't good; he'd have to call them every now and then and remind them about Bianca's fur. "Oh dear, Bianca's quite a big dog," he frowned, "she's a sweet girl though. No biting." Guard dogs were scary things. Ugh, things like Rottweilers were just creepy.

"Oh?" To be honest, Jacques was actually surprised that Ainsley had even held his arms out. "You sure you want to be asking me to do that?" He asked, grinning devilishly. Before he'd managed to take advantage of the situation and actually touch Ainsley though, the subject was already changed. Ugh. Too slow again. How annoying. Wasn't going to happen next time.

He followed Ainsley, not at all disheartened by how quickly the topic had been changed. Halfway through the forest and Jacques got too bored (as usual) to walk, using his powers to make him float lightly in the air, jumping gently through the air instead of walking. His foot touched the ground once every couple of meters, making it look as though he was taking huge steps in the air.

"Nice place," he commented dryly. "Not too homey now though, huh?" Yeah, it was a bit too run down for that. "Any ghosts around? Hello?" Jacques called, shrugging as he got no answer before turning back to Ainsley and inspecting the cans. "I'm going for yellow," he declared, what better color to scream out to others that it existed?

[Ainsley Cooper]

"Oh yeah? You could give me more huh?" He questioned, smirking as well. "Better to have a perfect fantasy than a sloppy reality." He quipped back, a little sharply, but he laughed cynically to show he was joking. "We'll see." He said noncommittally. Ainsley wanted to make sure that he had the right personality first. None of this clingy, romantic relationship-y stuff. "And I guess Bianca doesn't sound too bad. If she doesn't bite or bark much..."

Ainsley say his face fall as he pulled away too quickly. Oh, so he actually wanted to touch him? He smirked to himself as he lead the way through the forest. Maybe he could have some fun with this. It would certainly... Make things more interesting. He tossed the can of yellow over and selected white for himself.

The shed was nearly untouched by spray paint. There were a few sharpie marks on it, but it was prime canvas. He figured that not many people knew it was there. He unzipped his faded hoodie and tossed it aside where it wouldn't get paint on it. Under his sweater, he was dressed in a tight, black wife beater that showed off how thin he was. Once upon a time he had been much fuller, even had some muscle tone, but now the skin hugged his bones. He could have been a model. There were scars visible down his right arm, marks of self harm in the past.

"You know how to use it right?" He asked, "you gotta shake the can first..." He shook it suggestively, biting his lip. "And press down here..." He did so, drawing a neat efficient circle on the wall. He snagged his black and added some spots, now the circle was a skull. "It's pretty easy, but takes some gettin' use ta."

"Let's see what ya got, big fella."

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"I could," he replied smoothly, raising an eyebrow. "Depends on what you want," Jacques said. No, it actually wasn't like that at all. He never normally had the control to stick with what others wanted - unless it was the wild and rough type. That he could do without much problem. Taking the joke (or what he hoped was a joke) in stride, Jacques frowned, "me? Sloppy? I'd like to show you, but," he shrugged. It was cold and sex out here on the grass was going to be sloppy. Not what he wanted to show.

He sighed, "if only my baby were here," to be honest, Jacques was just glad that Ainsley had moved away from that subject and distracted him with Bianca - or else he might have lost it right there and then and screw up his impression on Ainsley. Eh... not cool. There was the potential here.

Jacques caught the can easily, tossing it up into the air and watching as it flipped over a few times before landing in the palm of his hand once more. Looking over, he raised his eyebrow as Ainsley started stripping. (No, stripping was not the correct term to use in this setting. It was just reminding him of pain from before. Ew.) But he was thin and Jacques didn't bother hiding the fact that he was looking - what was so shameful about that? He was just checking someone else out. What was with the scars? They didn't look too pleasant.

"Hm?" Jacques asked, eyes drifting back lazily to meet with Ainsley's and then to see what he was doing. His face fell to a pout almost immediately, understanding just what the other was trying to get at. Meanie. His eyes followed the can as Ainsley moved it, spraying white over the shed. Oh god - it was white too.

"Little prig," he muttered, shooting Ainsley a mournful look. He knew that he was being toyed with but couldn't be bothered to really retaliate. He lightened up a little, giving a halfhearted shake and spraying a good amount of it onto the shed to make a decent banana. To be honest, it looked more like an atrociously yellow crescent moon, but in Jacques's eyes, it was a banana. Why a banana? Because it was the first thing that came to mind that was yellow after Ainsley's little demonstration. "Is this satisfactory, master?" He asked.

(( Wow Jacques. Master? You're seriously asking for it. o.o ))

[Ainsley Cooper]

((LOL! Omg, Ainsley is going to use THAT to his advantage))

"Maybe I'll let you demonstrate at a later date." Ainsley smirked, putting a hand on his hip as he added a rib cage and spine to his skeleton. He worked quickly and efficiently with the paint. You had to be quick, in case someone spotted you.

"I have a pet rat back home." He said after Jacques bemoaned the fact that his puppy was not with him. "They're kinda like dogs... Smart, I trained mine. His name is Twiggy, after the bass player from Marilyn Manson." He quirked up an eyebrow when he noticed Jacques giving him the once over. "Ya like what ya see?" He pulled up on his tank top, showing off hip bones and stomach. He dropped the shirt. "I reckon I might show ya more if yer a good boy." He laughed, it ended in a light cough.

"Sorry, what was that? I can't understand a damn thing when ya mutter like that, boy. Open up yer mouth a little wider when ya speak." He teased, looking over the boy's work. "I guess it ain't bad." He hid a smile behind a long hand. "Is it a moon?" He asked, that teasing tone still in his voice, "Or is it a banana and yer just happy ta see me?" He elbowed Jacques lightly in the ribs with a bony elbow. "And if yer going ta call me master, does that make ya my slave?" He drawled, "And does that mean I can make ya do what I want? I didant take ya fer the type that liked BDSM." Ainsley chuckled, trailing cold fingers along the back of Jacques neck.

Well, Ainsley thought, this could be a lot of fun. It certainly abated the boredom and kept his mind off of things. He pulled back again, nearly dancing away as he pulled out the purple spray paint from his bag and added a speech bubble for his skeleton. He added in the words in a neat cursive script: Why didn't the skeleton dance at the party? and then below it in a new speech bubble: Because he had no body to dance with! Har-har!

"How do you like that, pet?"

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"A date?" Jacques echoed, making a face, that was rather discouraging. He didn't peg Ainsley for the date type though. "A fling's better," he insisted, despite the fact that a date most likely wasn't what Ainsley had been suggesting. A skeleton, kind of morbid, but not entirely boring. He was definitely a skilled graffiti artist.

"A rat," he mused, it wasn't his cup of tea, but if Ainsley liked it, who was he to judge? Jacques had plenty of weird quirks and tastes too. Marilyn Manson; not his type of music either, but since when had such boundaries stopped him? He looked at the bare skin appreciatively, though it really wasn't too much to see. None of the good stuff yet anyways; just a couple more inches...! Jacques shot him a mournful look as he took away his little view. A good boy? So not his strong point.

He rolled his eyes, grinning at Ainsley, "me? A good boy? What's your definition of a good boy?" Jacques asked, almost seriously thinking of playing along with the game. He looked between his "art" and Ainsley, frowning lightly, "use your imagination," he replied, smirking lightly, twitching a little as the other managed to elbow a ticklish spot. Yeah, Jacques was ticklish.

"Your slave?" He tilted his head, running over the title in his mind. He'd never tried anything like that before, so why not? "If you insist," Jacques replied, grinning in amusement. If he hadn't tried something, he'd try it at least once - just for the heck of it. Jacques actually jumped, gasping and shivering. Ugh. Ticklish! "What are you trying to do to me?" He asked, half expecting an answer.

Taking a couple of steps back - partly because of the risk of another attack and partly so he could see what Ainsley was going to do - he watched, grinning as he read the statement. "Nice handwriting," he grinned, "got a talent with your hands, I see," Jacques nodded.

[Ainsley Cooper]

"I just meant some point in the future." Ainsley elaborated. "I ain't mean a date... Flings are more ma style anyway." He saw the boy make a slight face at the mention of a rat, most people didn't like them, maybe that's why he did. They were creepy, but in the long run they were affectionate and intelligent, two things he looked for in people.

"Ma definition?" He asked, sounding shocked, putting a hand to his chest. It was laughably over-dramatic. "I would say someone that listens and knows how to obey rules..." He drawled, thinking. "And someone who knows how to lavish me in attention." He winked. "At least in the bedroom." Ainsley laughed. He had never done anything overly BDSM, just some play with handcuffs before. He was delighted to notice that Jacques was ticklish he smirked darkly, eyes glittering with mal-intent.

"Yeah, I do insist." He giggled.

He looked over his work as well and nodded. "I do try." He said softly. "And it extends to much more than handwriting." He quipped lightly, glancing at the boy out of the corner of his eye. He was practically squirming beside him. Ainsley wondered how long it would take until the boy cracked and would give up with the games and just pounce him instead.

Ainsley tossed the can of paint back into his bag and walked a circle around Jacque. "Your technique, however coul' use some... Refinement, I reckon." His voice was a ragged purr, quiet, enticing. "Maybe we coul' work on that." He pulled back again, moving into the shed his his can of white paint. "Are you comin or not, pet?" He asked. "Um, I like it, maybe I'll keep callin' ya that until..." He smirked at the pun about to come out of his mouth. "Until I find a better pet name fer ya."

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Jacques nodded, relaxing a little bit. Dates weren't particularly welcome in his book. It got a little too intimate with dates. Pity not a lot of people understood that logic though. "Glad to hear that, there's too many people looking for a date; in my opinion anyhow," he shrugged. His opinion tended to be rather warped after all.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, grinning as Ainsley dramatized his definition of 'good'. Hey - these boundaries weren't too difficult - except the rule part. Attention... ooh, that was definitely a nice part of it - even if it was only in the bedroom. "Done deal," Jacques said before thinking about what he was signing up for. That glint in his eyes didn't look particularly good either, uh oh.

Whatever. He'd deal with the consequences later. For now though, he'd attempt to keep his wits about him and actually concentrate despite his mind being so cluttered.

"More, you say?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow curiously, "how much more?" Jacques smirked, the light returning back to his eyes again. "Would you try for me?" He prodded, eyes following Ainsley as far as he could without turning his head.

It was getting harder and harder for Jacques to hold himself back, what with all this temptation and hints from before. Could he hold out much longer? He shifted his weight again, "my technique needs refinement?" He schooled his expression into one of mild horror, mostly because of the tone though - it was getting him a little... wilder.

And now they were going inside? It was almost as though Ainsley wanted him to lose control. But since no rules had been set, what was the problem? "Yessir," he answered with a light smirk, actually moving to follow him inside. He just shrugged, not really minding how he was referred to - as long as it was unique. Oh control, why was it always so hard to find and keep?

[Ainsley Cooper]

"Well I dun mind a date, so long as it isn't long term dating, ya ken?" Ainlsey told him. "I just dun wanna be tied down to one person, life is too short fer that. Fer all I know, I might day tomorrow. I ain't got time for something serious."

"Done deal, we gonna shake on it?" He asked, sounding serious, but the smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. He moved around the room anxiously, as if he couldn't keep still. It was nearly as if there were rats nipping at his ankles. He was momentarily distracted, which, his scattered mind thought, would only further tease Jacques, so it was alright. Ainsley moved from one corner to another. "No this won't do." He muttered to himself, squinting at the flaking dry wall. The walls were white, this wouldn't do at all.

"Excuse me!" He exclaimed, brushing by Jacques, hip brushing hip as he squirmed by him and back outside, where he grabbed his black spray paint and then weaseled back past him. He started painting in black. It took him awhile, but there, in full, was a drawing of slenderman in the corner, then written beside it in big, jagged letters:

NO!
NO!
NO!
NO!

HE SEES ALL

"Oh? With you..." He sneered, seeming to think about it. "I don't know yet. I haven't made up my mind." He sprayed his hands with the black paint and pressed them up against the dry wall, dragging them down beside the NO's. "There we go, that is creepy enough." He brushed the excess paint on his black pants.

"And any technique can always be refined, I reckon." He said matter of fact. He planted a hand on his hip again. "I mean, you gots the bad boy look, but yer not... Acting the part." He said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Yer just not tough enough fer it, you should be playing up yer puppy dog-like qualities. I thank they should get ya more attention. but me, I like my boys bad... Dirty." He grinned that sharp smile of his. "Rough and fast..."

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Jacques looked at Ainsley, not really believing that he'd just asked to shake. He stared for a while before shaking his head, "had me there," he said. Commitment wasn't his type of thing. Even something as small as this was seen as a problem by him. Not really sure what else to do, he simply settled down, watching the other since he was the expert artist and Jacques really had no idea what he was supposed to be doing. Creativity in this way definitely wasn't his strong point. In fact, it was probably one of his weak points - which was why he didn't take art in any form. Except acting - that was one of his strong points.

Jacques let out a small grunt, shivering and making a face as Ainsley brushed past him - probably on purpose. Was he trying to get him worked up? That was exactly what he was feeling though - trouble controlling himself. He would be polite for a while. Assuming that controlling himself was polite, which it probably was. As Ainsley returned, brushing past him again, Jacques was pretty damn sure that the point was to make him lose it.

Hey. Drawing. He drifted over, rather amused by Ainsley's choice of characters. Ah, Slenderman. Jacques recognized it almost immediately and grinned; Slenderman was definitely fiction. Thin, tall, but with four arms and no face. It'd be awkward if he had a girlfriend. Really, really awkward.

"He sees all," Jacques commented, drifting over to a window. Nope, just a normal forest. No real Slenderman. In fact, nothing really looked like it except the drawing on the wall made by Ainsley. "You're definitely missing some red, that makes it creepier," he commented unnecessarily. The hand thing would do so much better with red. Unless someone had black blood.

Jacques tilted his head, a smile growing on his features, "acting?" He repeated, letting the yellow spray paint can (he had no idea why he'd been carrying it around but he had been) fall to the ground slowly, putting his hands on his hips and listening. Well then, he could see what to do. "You," he walked closer, a smirk on his face, "prefer that type?" He couldn't help being amused by that fact, though it really wasn't that uncommon.

"And you think I'm your boy?" He asked, pulling a savage smile onto his face as he stalked closer, drawing himself up to his full height and looking down at Ainsley. Screw control. Who needed that shit anyways? "What made you think that?" He grabbed the other's shoulders, pulling close and leaning down, "how do you know you're not just mine?" he asked with a small growl.

[Ainsley Cooper]

Ainsley was practically dancing with joy. He had the boy bothered, it was easy to read off him. He was frowning ever so slightly. Annoyed at the contact? Or annoyed that it wasn't long enough? Ainsley was going to bet on the latter. He licked his lips slowly.

"I dun got red right now." He mumbled. "I can always come back an-"

He was cut off as Jacques grabbed his shoulders, pushing him back into the wall. He let out a playful yelp, biting his lip. "I thought you called me master, not the other way around...." He said, dropping his eyes, looking submissive. He grabbed Jacques wrists lightly. "Asides, you wouldn't know what to do with someone like me."

Ainsley's fingers brushed up the boy's inner arms, up to his shoulders, then back down. "And maybe you can act the type, but you ain't a bad boy. I know THAT already." He giggled softly.

He leaned back into the wall, looking up at Jacques. "And if I'm YOUR toy, then what are ya goin' ta do with me?" He questioned innocently, fluttering his eyelashes for effect. "I'm jus' good wholesome boy, innocent... Naive..." He raised a hand to his forehead. "Oh lord, save me from this terrible man!" He joked, putting out a hand and resting it over Jacques chest.

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Since Jacques had let go of control, life suddenly seemed a lot more rewarding. Not bothering was a lot more fun than bothering - especially when it meant trying to keep out of someone's personal space because they didn't like contact.

As soon as he'd thought of that mild complication, the thought was pushed away immediately. Time to have some fun. Jacques allowed himself a smirk, tilting his head, "Whoe'er said I meant it, eh?" He asked, words slurring in the way that meant that he really couldn't be bothered to speak. To be honest, he'd never really done anything like this sober before. He'd only done it (or so he'd heard) when he was drunk. Then again, others could be lying to him and trying to mess with him. Yeah, he really had no idea what he was doing.

Time to let instinct take over. Whatever that meant. "You haven't showed me that you're a master at this yet though," he murmured, tilting his head. Mm. His arms tickled pleasantly as Ainsley brushed his fingers up and down his arms. Jacques let a crooked smile cross his face, "I prefer trying everything at least once, eh? Well, sober, at least," he added as an afterthought. He'd probably done a lot of things drunk or high but never remembered it.

"You? Innocent? I doubt it," Jacques laughed, poking the other's forehead and leaning in. "I doubt you are anything but innocent," he said in a low voice, hands shifting to the other's thin shoulders. So thin, so light. Almost like a feather. "Do you really want saving from me?" He asked, cupping Ainsley's cheek with one hand, staring into the others' eyes.